| Don’t you dare let the wind move into our cabin on the mountain
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| I just know I’ll be back
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| I’ll come home with the first green in May
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| They can’t keep me behind walls
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| I get out when the ground smells of planting
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| So don’t you dare let me down
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| Please stay around for my home-coming day
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| You were the daughter of a drummer
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| Moving from town to little town
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| Looking like a snow-flake in the summer
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| When I asked you to stop and settle down
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| We built a cabin on the mountain
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| We were as happy as July
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| When along come a drummer from Baltimore
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| And you left me, I thought I would die
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| I lived seven months in loneliness
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| Then come your letter: «Take me home»
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| When I come to fetch you from the tenement
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| I could see that man beat you to the bone
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| Then from the bedroom stepped the drummer man
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| Says to me «Leave go of my wife»
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| Lord, I wish I knew just what came over me
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| Wish I’d never seen a knife
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| Don’t you dare let the wind move into our cabin on the mountain
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| I just know I’ll be back
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| I’ll come home with the first green in May
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| They can’t keep me behind walls
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| I get out when the ground smells of planting
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| So don’t you dare let me down
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| Please stay around for my home-coming day |