| My ginger voice was raw with smoke
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| They hid their smiles when I stood and spoke
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| Some sunny lawn, some Saturday
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| A face was flushed when I went to sing
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| Wild Mountain Thyme
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| But I was crying before the second line
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| The strawberry stripes across
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| My ruddy cheeks got em giggling
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| My eyes are red and wild and wide
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| As I choked up over another line
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| For years and year I disappeared
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| Tonight I’m here and I’m giving my best
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| It’s all I have, the grandkids laugh
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| My linen vest is yellow stained
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| And my teeth are chipped, my beard is gray
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| Your mother left, she’s not impressed
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| The wedding guests are starting to get restless
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| And I think I have worn out my welcome
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| But I swear I caught you smile
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| From the corner of my eye
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| When they threw me off the stage
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| Oh I know I saw you smiling
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| I swear I saw you smiling
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| They carried me away
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| Through the center of the crowd
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| From the corner of my eye
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| I swear I saw you smiling
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| You’ll always be my darling, sweetheart |