| Crying like a baby
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| In my Momma’s arms
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| The day they came to tell me
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| You were gone
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| What have you done to me
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| You did not do before?
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| I had you standing right next to me
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| On the floor
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| Well, we sang in the same places
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| We were a double draw
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| And the folks came to see us
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| Had it all
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| But they took you to some stony place
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| And they broke your double jaw
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| Now the pieces of its ivory
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| Line the wall
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| With cold iron in the fireplace
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| And pictures of the war
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| Well I guess it’s dying a peaceful death
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| So far
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| Yes I guess it’s dying a peaceful death
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| So far
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| Crying like a baby
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| In my Momma’s arms
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| The day they came to tell me
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| You were gone
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| You were gone
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| You were gone |