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i got a letter this morning |
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how do |
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you reckon it read? |
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"hurry the gal you love is dead"? |
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i got a letter this morning |
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i'm wonderin' |
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how you reckon it read |
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he say, "hurry, hurry" |
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"on account that gal you love is dead" |
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i grabbed up my suitcase |
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i took off down the road |
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when i got there she was laying |
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on the coolin' board |
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yes, i grabbed up my suitcase |
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i took off down the road |
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when i got there |
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she was laying |
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'lain on the coolin' board: |
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well, |
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i walked up right close |
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i look down in her face |
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oh, good gal |
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gotta lay here 'til Judgment Day |
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i said i walked up right close |
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i said i look down in her face |
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oh, the good ol' gal! |
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gotta lay here 'til judgment day: |
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look like ten thousand people |
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standing 'round the burying ground |
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i didn't know i loved her 'til they laid her down |
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look like ten thousand |
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standing 'round the burial ground |
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i didn't know that i love her |
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'til they laid her down: |
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well, |
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i fol' up my arms |
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i slowly walk away |
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i say |
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Farewell honey. I see you Judgment Day. |
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yeah, with nobody: |
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i slowly walk away |
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Farewell! Farewell! I see you Judgment Day: |
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you know |
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i didn't feel so bad 'til the good ol' Sun when down |
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i didn't have a soul |
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to throw my arms around |
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i didn't feel so bad |
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'til the good ol' Sun down |
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i didn't have a soul |
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to throw my arms around: |
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you know it's so hard to love |
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someone |
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don't love you |
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look like it ain't satisfaction |
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don't care what you do |
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yeah: so hard |
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to love |
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someone |
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don't love you |
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seem like it ain't satisfaction |
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don't care what you do: |
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well, |
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i woke up this mornin' |
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the break of day |
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just huggin' the pillows |
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she used to lay |
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-I say, Soon. |
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this mourning |
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at break of day |
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just huggin' the pillows |
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where my good gal used to lay: |
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and i got up |
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this morning |
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feeling |
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'round for my shoes |
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you know i must have |
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the Walking Blues |
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i say, Soon. |
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this mourning |
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feeling 'round for my shoes |
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you know |
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nobody? |
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i must have the Walking Blues: |
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Hush! |
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thought i heard her call my name |
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wasn't so loud |
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so nice and plain |
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i say, Soon. |
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this mourning |
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i slowly walk away |
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Oh, good gal |
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lay here 'til Judgment Day |
