| Even my good girl has quit me, gone
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| And that’s the reason I’m gonna sing you this sone
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| When I woke up this morning, she’s gone
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| She made mad, I felt so sad
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| But I will not tell you the reason why
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| Oh', how she loved to dance that old girzzly bear
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| I guess she’s gone to 'Frisco-o to dance it there
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| When I woke up this morning, she’s gone, oh!
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| When I woke up this morning, she’s gone
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| She made mad, I felt so sad
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| I will not tell you even the reason why
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| Oh', how she loved to dance that old girzzly bear
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| I guess she’s gone to 'Frisco-o to dance it there, oh
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| When I woke up this morning, she’s gone
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| She’s gone, gone, gone
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| She’s gone, gone, gone
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| Oh there’s a, everybody know its true:
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| «The more you do for people the less they take of you,» now
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| Now, she left town, and she showed me down
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| And she’s gone, gone, gone, oh!
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| When I woke up this morning, she’s gone
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| She made mad, I felt so sad
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| She would not tell me even the reason why
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| Oh', how she loved to dance that old girzzly bear
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| I guess she’s gone to 'Frisco-o to dance it there, oh! |
| When I woke up this morning, she’s gone
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| Oh, when I woke up this morning, she’s gone |