| Oh today has been a lonesome day
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| Today has been a lonesome day
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| Today has been a lonesome day
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| Today has been a lonesome day
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| And it seems tomorrow’ll be the same old way
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| Oh, they carried my mother to the burying ground
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| They carried my mother to the burying ground
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| They carried my mother to the burying ground
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| And watched the pall bearers let her down
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| Did you ever hear a church bell tone
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| Did you ever hear a church bell tone
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| Did you ever hear a church bell tone
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| You may know by that she’s dead and gone
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| Oh, dig my grave with a silver spade
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| Oh, dig my grave with a silver spade
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| Oh, dig my grave with a silver spade
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| And mark the place where I must lay
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| There’s one kind favor I ask of you
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| There’s one kind favor I ask of you
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| There’s one kind favor I ask of you
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| That’s to see my grave is kept green |