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There is a house in this old town |
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And that's where my true love lays around |
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And he takes other women right down on his knee |
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And he tells them a little tale he won't tell me |
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It's a-hard and it's hard, ain't it hard |
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To love one that never did love you? |
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It's a-hard and it's hard, ain't it hard, great God |
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To love one that never will be true? |
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First time I seen my true love |
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He was walkin' by my door |
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The next time I saw his false hearted smile |
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He was layin' dead and cold on floor |
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Well, who's goin' to kiss your ruby lips? |
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And who's goin' to hold you to his breast? |
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And who will talk your future over |
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While I'm out ramblin' in the West? |
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Don't go to drinkin' or to gamblin' |
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Don't go there, your sorrows to drown |
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That hard-liquor place is a low-down disgrace |
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It's the meanest old place in this town |
