| I had myself a true love
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| A true love who was something to see
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| I had myself a true love
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| At least that’s what I kept on telling me
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| The first thing in the morning
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| I still try to think of a way
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| To be with him some part of the evening
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| And that’s the way I live through the day
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| «She had herself a true love
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| But now he’s gone and left her for good»
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| The Lord knows I done heard those backyard whispers
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| Going 'round the neighborhood
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| There maybe a lot of things I miss
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| A lot of things I don’t know
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| But I do know this:
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| Now I ain’t got no love
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| And once upon a time I had a true love
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| In the evening, by the doorway
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| While I stand there and wait for his coming
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| With the house swept and the clothes hung
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| And a pot on the stove there a-hummin'
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| Where is he while I watch the rising moon?
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| With that girl in that damn old saloon?
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| No, that ain’t the way that it used to be
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| No, and everybody keeps telling me
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| There may be a lot of things I miss
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| A lot of things I don’t know
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| But I do know this:
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| Now I ain’t got no love
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| And once upon a time I had a true love |