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On October 23rd, 1978 |
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I lost a loved one and |
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I confess, |
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I cried In the joyous celebration of the lady and her music |
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There were tears in the |
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Holston River when |
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Maybelle Carter died. |
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Then walking down that river road, |
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I saw crystal tear-shaped droplets |
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Silver beads of love sparklin' on the river side |
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And I'll just bet they turn to diamonds for the love that was behind 'em |
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There were tears in the |
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Holston River when |
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Mother Maybelle died. |
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Then on January 8th, 1979 |
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We lost Sara |
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Carter and the pain was multiplied |
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Down below that old |
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Clinch Mountain, we laid her at |
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Mount Vernon |
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There were tears in the |
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Holston River when |
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Sara Carter died. |
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Then walking down that river road, |
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I saw crystal tear-shaped droplets |
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Silver beads of love sparklin' in the riverside |
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And I'll just bet they turn to diamonds for the love that was behind 'em |
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There were tears in the |
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Holston River when |
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Maybelle and |
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Sara died. |
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There were tears in the |
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Holston River when |
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Mother Maybelle and |
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Sara Carter died. |
