| This cruel old country has driven me down, teased me and lied.
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| I’ve only sad stories to tell to this town
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| My dreams have withered and died.
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| Once i was bending the tops of the trees,
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| Kind thoughts in my head, kind voices to hear.
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| Then i took up with a girl from the west.
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| They’d run and hide, they’d run and hide.
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| Count one to ten and she’s gone like the rest.
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| My dreams have withered and died.
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| If i was a butterfly, lived for a day,
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| I could be free just blowing away.
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| Silver moon sailor and silver moonshine
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| On the water so wide, water so wide,
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| Slip from the bed of a good friend of mine
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| My dreams have withered and died.
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| Once i was bending the tops of the trees
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| Kind thoughts in my head, kind voices to hear.
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| This cruel country has driven me down, teased me and lied.
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| Teased me and lied.
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| I’ve only sad stories to tell to this town.
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| My dreams have withered and died. |
| (x3) |