| Four months ago in April
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| On a day coach she came down
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| And the dusty autumn winds begin to blow
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| I should have known I couldn’t hold her
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| Livin' out so far from town
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| And the nights to come are long and slow to go
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| Well, now she’s up and left me
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| And went walking down the line
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| And the dusty autumn winds begin to blow
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| All dressed up in red velvet
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| And her high heeled shoe’s so fine
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| And the nights to come are long and slow to go
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| And if I’d only known before we kissed
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| You can’t keep red velvet
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| On a poor dirt farm like this
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| Oh, now she’s gone and left me
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| And went walking down the line
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| And the dusty autumn winds begin to blow
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| Well, I’ll sit and count the evening stars
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| As they walk around
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| And the dusty autumn winds begin to blow
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| And I’ll call my dog and I’ll take the truck
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| And I’ll drive on into town
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| 'Cause the nights to come are long and slow to go
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| And I’ll sit and count the evening stars
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| As they walk around
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| And the dusty autumn winds begin to blow
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| And I’ll call my dog and I’ll take the truck
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| And I’ll drive on into town
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| And the nights to come are long and slow to go
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| And those dusty autumn winds begin to glow |