| Sleep came tossed and turning
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| And I woke up holding hands
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| Carolay, her neck was sunned and burning for another man
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| Well I’m going to call up China
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| And see if she is there
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| Well if she’s not down in China
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| Carolay, must be layin' up in East Monroe somewhere
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| Fare thee, honey
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| There is not enough of time
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| For a right shy woman to belong
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| Fare thee, honey
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| There’s no slow and easy rhyme
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| For a right shy woman gone wrong
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| There’s a letter came last Tuesday
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| Arrived here nation sack
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| It’s lying in the hallway
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| But you ain’t coming back
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| Carolay, I’ll see you in the Cypress Road someday
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| Carolay, Hey I’ll see you in the Cypress Road someday
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| Carolay, Hey I’ll see you in the Cypress Road someday
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| Carolay, Hey I’ll see you in the Cypress Road someday |