| I got a letter this morning
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| How do
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| You reckon it read?
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| «Hurry the gal you love is dead»?
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| I got a letter this morning
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| I’m wonderin'
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| How you reckon it read
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| He say, «hurry, hurry»
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| «On account that gal you love is dead»
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| I grabbed up my suitcase
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| I took off down the road
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| When I got there she was laying
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| On the coolin' board
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| Yes, I grabbed up my suitcase
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| I took off down the road
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| When I got there
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| She was laying
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| 'Lain on the coolin' board:
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| Well
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| I walked up right close
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| I look down in her face
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| Oh, good gal
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| Gotta lay here 'til judgement day
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| I said I walked up right close
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| I said I look down in her face
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| Oh, the good ol' gal!
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| Gotta lay here 'til judgement day:
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| Look like ten thousand people
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| Standing 'round the burying ground
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| I didn’t know I loved her 'til they laid her down
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| Look like ten thousand
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| Standing 'round the burial ground
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| I didn’t know that I love her
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| 'Til they laid her down:
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| Well
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| I fol' up my arms
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| I slowly walk away
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| I say
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| Farewell honey. |
| I see you judgement day
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| Yeah, with nobody:
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| I slowly walk away
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| Farewell! |
| Farewell! |
| I see you judgement day:
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| You know
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| I didn’t feel so bad 'til the good ol' sun when down
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| I didn’t have a soul
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| To throw my arms around
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| I didn’t feel so bad
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| 'Til the good ol' sun down
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| I didn’t have a soul
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| To throw my arms around:
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| You know it’s so hard to love
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| Someone
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| Don’t love you
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| Look like it ain’t satisfaction
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| Don’t care what you do
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| Yeah: so hard
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| To love
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| Someone
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| Don’t love you
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| Seem like it ain’t satisfaction
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| Don’t care what you do:
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| Well
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| I woke up this mornin'
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| The break of day
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| Just huggin' the pillows
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| She used to lay
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| -I say, soon
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| This mourning
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| At break of day
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| Just huggin' the pillows
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| Where my good gal used to lay:
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| And I got up
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| This morning
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| Feeling
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| 'Round for my shoes
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| You know I must have
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| The walking blues
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| I say, soon
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| This mourning
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| Feeling 'round for my shoes
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| You know
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| Nobody?
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| I must have the walking blues:
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| Hush!
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| Thought I heard her call my name
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| Wasn’t so loud
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| So nice and plain
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| I say, soon
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| This mourning
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| I slowly walk away
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| Oh, good gal
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| Lay here 'til judgement day: |