| My troublin' mind tonight is drifting
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| To a cottage far away
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| And as restless cattle wander
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| I can hear a sweet voice say
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| «You are leaving, Jack, your darling
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| With lonesome broken heart
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| But I’ll wait in Lonesome Valley
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| Tho' we may be far apart.»
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| Yes so well do I remember
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| Of the night we say goodbye
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| There were teardrops on your cheeks, dear
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| As I left your loving side
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| But when round up time is over
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| Whether skies are dark or fair
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| I’ll ride back to Lonesome Valley
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| For I know I’ll find you there
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| You are my queen of Lonesome Valley
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| By your side I know no care
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| Nights out on the lonesome prairie
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| You have been my guiding star
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| Soon my faithful paint I’ll saddle
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| And beneath the western sky
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| I’ll ride back to Lonesome Valley
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| And you’ll be my blushing bride |