| One mile over and two miles back
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| My heart’s been crushed like a paper sack
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| She loves another it’s a natural fact
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| One mile over and two miles back
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| She called me up and told me
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| She was lonely and she needed my company
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| But she lived pretty far and my brother had a car
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| And I had to walk all the way and I got to her house
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| I could see through the windows
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| And I knew she hadn’t played fair
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| For after we had talked and after I had walked
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| Someone was already there
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| And it was one mile over and two miles back
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| My heart’s been crushed like a paper sack
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| She loves another it’s a natural fact
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| One mile over and two miles back
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| My heart fell into little bitty pieces
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| And I picked 'em up off the ground
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| I put 'em in a sack and I threw it cross my back
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| And it must’ve weighed eight thousand pounds
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| Road back to my house was dark and lonely
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| And I thought it was never gonna end
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| I called her name and I cried in vain
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| And I counted every step I went
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| And it was one mile over and two miles back
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| My heart’s been crushed like a paper sack
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| She loves another it’s a natural fact
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| One mile over and two miles back |