| My man packed his trunks, said, «I'm a-goin' away,»
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| Packed his trunks and said, «I'm goin' away,
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| And I won’t be back until ya change your funny ways.»
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| And he said, «I'll write you soon’s I find the time,
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| Honey, I’ll write you soon’s I find the time.»
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| He’s been gone so long, I guess he just couldn’t spare the dime.
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| And he said, «I'm leavin', almost breaks my heart,
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| Honey, I’m leavin', almost breaks my heart,
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| But, remember, sometime the best of friends must part.»
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| And I run, run to my window, train go rollin' by,
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| Run to window, train go rollin' by.
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| I got the blues so bad that I could lay me down and die.
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| Now, hey, hey, mister mailman, did ya bring me any news?
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| Hey, mister mailman, bring me any news?
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| Well, if I didn’t get a letter, I got the special delivery blues. |