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Alberta, let your hair hang low |
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I saw her first on an |
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April morn' |
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As she walked through the mist in a field of hay |
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Her hair lit the world with its golden glow |
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And the smile on her face burned my heart away |
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Alberta, let your hair hang low |
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Alberta, let your hair hang low |
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I'll give you more gold than your apron can hold |
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If you'll only let your hair hang low |
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I thought my golden time would last |
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But the field of hay was soon cut down |
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In a short few weeks it all was past |
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And my golden girl just a painful song |
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Alberta, what's on your mind? |
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Alberta, what's on your mind? |
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My heart is so sad 'cause you treat me so bad |
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Alberta, what's on your mind? |
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Alberta, let your hair hang low |
