| I had myself a true love
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| A true love who was something to see
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| I had myself a true love
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| At least that’s what I kept on telling me
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| The first thing in the morning
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| I still try to think of a way to be with him
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| Some part of the evening
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| And that’s the way I live through the day
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| I had myself a true love, but now he’s gone
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| And left me for good
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| The lord knows I don’t hear those back yard
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| Whispers going round the neighborhood
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| There maybe a lot of things I miss
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| A lot of things I don’t know
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| But I do know this, now I ain’t got no love
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| And once upon a time I had a true love
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| In the evening, in the doorway
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| While I stand there and wait for his coming
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| With the house swept and the clothes hung
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| And a pot on the stove where I had meal
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| Where is he while I waste the rising newel?
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| Where is he? |
| why’d he gone so soon?
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| Now there ain’t no way that it used to be, what now?
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| And everybody keeps telling me
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| There are may be a lot of things I miss
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| A lot of things I don’t know
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| But I do know this now…
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| I ain’t got no love
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| And once upon a time I had a true love |