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Written by |
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Marty Stuart and |
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Harlan Howard |
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The wind is creepin' across the mountains |
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The moon is nowhere in sight |
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Gone is the voice |
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I'm used to hearing |
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Oh, what a silent night |
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The telephone's been disconnected |
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But she wouldn't call me anyway |
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But even if she did, |
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I wouldn't answer ' |
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Cause there's not one word left to say |
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She told me, she was disenchanted |
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She needed those big city lights |
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Well, I loved her and |
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I told her, her wish was granted |
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Oh, what a silent night |
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I sit here, feelin' my heart breaking |
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I think I felt a teardrop fall |
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I listen for the sound my heart is making |
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But it don't make no sound at all |
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And I wonder just how long |
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I'll miss her |
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Will my hair be black or white |
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God, I'd give my soul to kiss her |
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Oh, what a silent night |
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She told me, she was disenchanted |
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She needed those big city lights |
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Well, I loved her and |
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I told her, her wish was granted |
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Oh, what a silent night |
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Oh, what a silent night |
