| Last night as I lay me down in bed
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| Over and over I heard the last words my woman said
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| Take me with you, I’m so lonesome
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| But I choose to leave instead
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| Yesterday, she came to me and held my hand
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| Said she was blue and oh so lonesome
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| And would I try to understand
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| I didn’t know till this morning
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| How much my woman means to me
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| This morning when I got home, she was not there
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| I noticed her clothes were gone
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| And a little note lay on my shelf
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| Said as you read this, I love you still
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| But I’ll be gone, I don’t know where
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| Today I got the blues and I got 'em bad
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| Last night as I lay sleeping
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| My conscious will not go to rest
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| Yesterday I lost the best woman I ever had
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| One of these days, can’t say where and I don’t know when
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| It may be in time, it may be soon
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| It may be in a place I’ve never been
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| But I’m gonna find that fine woman
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| And together with her again |