| Play, guitar play
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| Take me back to yesterday
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| Let me see, cotton growing, in the fields
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| Let me hear, my momma calling
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| Look a-yonder ya’ll who’s coming
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| Down the road, he’s a coming home
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| But they know I never will
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| I left them living with that awful thing I done
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| I didn’t tell them I just packed my clothes and run
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| Play, guitar play
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| Help me through another day
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| Help me make another dollar, before I go
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| We got time, for one more song
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| Then we’ll have to move along
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| Another town, another crowd
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| Lord, I wonder if they know
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| Can they read between the lines in my song
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| As I sing about a good boy that’s went wrong
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| Guitar we got years to kill
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| We got to climb that distant hill
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| I wonder if they think of me
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| (Guitar play)… |