| I’ve been trying for so long
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| Trying to forget
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| The ports of northern Africa and the man I met
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| He said he had a daughter
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| Maybe I could meet her
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| He thought I was a trader
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| Oh, that was how I met
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| That slave dealer’s daughter
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| Her eyes were black her hair was raven
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| Her skin was soft and brown
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| Eighteen years she looked a woman
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| I thought she’d been around
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| She’d never met a jailbird
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| I knew that she was lonely
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| She offered me her body
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| So I fell in love
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| With that slave dealer’s daughter
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| Her father’s men came after me
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| Trying to hunt me down
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| For three long years I’ve hid my face
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| And run from town to town
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| She never met a jailbird
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| I knew that she was lonely
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| She offered me her body
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| So I fell in love
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| With that slave dealer’s daugther… |