| Ev’r day have been there
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| Long old lonesome day
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| Now don’t ya a-hear me talkin', pretty mama?
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| Ev’r day have been
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| Long old lonesome day
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| Cry, it seem like you-ooo would
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| Be there ooo-ooo, same old way
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| Cryin', smokestack lightning
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| That bell that shine like gold
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| Now don’t ya a-hear me talkin', pretty mama?
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| Ooh, smokestack lightning
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| Bells that shine like gold
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| Cryin', I found my baby
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| Layin' on the coolin' floor
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| Don’t a hearse look lonesome, mama
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| Rollin' for yo' do'?
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| Now don’t ya a-hear me talkin', pretty mama?
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| Don’t a hearse look lonesome
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| Rollin' for yo' do'?
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| Cryin' she’s gone, tell you-ooo, Lord
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| Won’t be-ee-ee back no mo'
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| Ooh, stop and listen
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| Hear how those bells in toll
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| Now don’t ya a-hear me talkin', pretty mama?
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| Ooh, stop and listen
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| Hear the bell it tolls
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| I had a sweet little faror
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| But she’s dead and gone
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| Cryin', followed my baby down
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| To the buryin' ground
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| Now don’t ya a-hear me talkin', pretty mama?
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| I followed my baby, to the buryin' ground
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| It was afternoon, mama
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| Standing all around you. |