| Well I m running down this road
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| A hundred miles from home
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| We quarreled like true lovers often will
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| And I still recall the shame
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| Thought I heard her call my name
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| But it was nothing nothing but a whippoorwill
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| Dark clouds, lightning in the air
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| The rain was softly falling as I brushed away her hair
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| She said we had to part, even though she held my heart
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| And to this day, I know she always will
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| It was such a dreadful sight, but she s peaceful there tonight
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| Lying in the ground so cold and still
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| I couldn t let her walk away
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| From everything she promised on our wedding day
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| Now I m running every day, but I ll never get away
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| From the rhythm of her voice, it haunts me still
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| As I turned my gun around
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| Thought I heard that mournful sound
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| But it was nothing nothing but a whippoorwill
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| Dark clouds, lightning in the air
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| The rain was softly falling as I brushed away her hair |