| All the way through Kentucky, across Tennessee
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| I’d been travelling so long to see the queen of country
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| Just to hear her sweet voice, see her face
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| Watch her moving with grace
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| Join in with her love songs
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| Thunder and lightning, it poured down with rain
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| On her way she boarded a plane, the queen of country
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| Thousands of fans singing madly
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| To welcome her gladly
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| Patiently waiting
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| Then they held their breaths
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| The announcer could not keep from crying
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| As he mumbled: our queen is now dying
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| When the plane crashed, no one survived
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| And they cry, feeling so sad and so lonely
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| Wonder why Suzie, the one and the only
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| Oh, they pray and they hope:
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| In a heavenly choir
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| She’ll sing songs of love
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| And they will be able
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| To hear from above
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| Looks full of sadness and full of dismay
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| They played the last record she made
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| The queen of country
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| Thousands of fans singing sadly
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| Missing her badly
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| Hopelessly waiting
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| Then they held their breaths
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| The announcer could not keep from crying
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| As he mumbled: our queen is dying
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| When the plane crashed, no one survived |