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Play, guitar play |
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Take me back to yesterday |
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Let me see, cotton growing |
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In the fields |
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Let me hear, my momma calling |
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Look yonder y'all who's coming |
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Down the road, he's a coming home |
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But they know I never will |
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I left them living with that awful thing I done |
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I didn't tell them I just packed my clothes and run |
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Play, guitar play |
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Help me through another day |
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Help me make another dollar |
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Before I go |
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We got time, for one more song |
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Then we'll have to move along |
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Another town, another crowd |
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Lord, I wonder if they know |
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Can they read between the lines in my song |
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As I sing about a good boy that's went wrong |
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Guitar we got years to kill |
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We got to climb that distant hill |
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I wonder if they think of me |
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Guitar play |
