| I’ve sung this song but I’ll sing it again
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| Of the place that I lived on the wild, windy plains
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| In the month of April, the county called Gray
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| Here’s what all of the people there say
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| Well it’s so long it’s been good to know yuh
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| So long it’s been good to know yuh
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| So long it’s been good to know yuh
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| This dusty old dust is a-getting my home
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| And I got to be drifting along
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| The dust storm hit and it hit like thunder
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| It dusted us over and it dusted us under
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| It blocked out the traffic, it blocked out the sun
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| And straight for home all the people did run
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| Singing so long it’s been good to know yuh
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| So long it’s been good to know yuh
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| So long it’s been good to know yuh
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| This dusty old dust is a-getting my home
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| And I got to be drifting along
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| The sweethearts sat in the dark and they sparked
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| They hugged and they kissed in that dusty old dark
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| They sighed and they cried and they hugged and they kissed
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| But instead of marriage, they talked like this;
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| Honey, so long it’s been good to know yuh
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| So long it’s been good to know yuh
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| So long it’s been good to know yuh
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| This dusty old dust is a-getting my home
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| And I got to be drifting along |