| One time I drove to see a girl across the country
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| One night as I was driving through to Mexico
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| I had the windows wide open
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| It was cold and I was crying
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| And I later laid her on the radio
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| Then I stopped that side of Tahoe
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| thru this tiny mining town
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| At a diner to be filled for the ride
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| And in the wind I heard this crying
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| Like a heart broke cried a tune
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| I turned my collar up and went inside.
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| Well, I saw this smiling waitress
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| Joshing friendly with these truckers
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| That give her pats and she gives them shoves
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| I said: «Miss, watch that awful crying.»
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| Everybody laughed and said:
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| «It's the tomb of the unknown love.»
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| And then they pointed out the window to this stone
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| All by myself, beneath the tree, beside the hill
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| And on that winter night
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| I read these words alone
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| These words that are haunting me still, it said:
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| Here lies a young man struck down in his prime
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| By the awesome burning power of love
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| He couldn’t stand this true love cheating
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| So he shot the girl down
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| They hung him from that tree up (right) above
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| I know that local folks say it’s the wind
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| But I know it’s crying from the tomb of the unknown love.
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| So I drove on to my destination
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| I did the job my heart commanded of me
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| And when the sheriff sirens came up
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| I did believe and tried to find
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| They counted ten, I came out at three
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| So now I guess tomorrow morning
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| Warden reads some kind of paper
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| How I’m gonna pay the state for what I’ve done
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| Hey, didn’t they put their shackles on me
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| And they’ll take a little walk
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| They won’t have to drag me 'cos it’s said and done
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| And maybe someday they can put me at this stone
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| All by itself, beneath the tree, beside the hill
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| And lovers everywhere can come and meet alone
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| These words that forgive them up to, and it’ll say:
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| Here lies a young man struck down in his prime
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| By the awesome burning power of love
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| He couldn’t stand this true love cheating
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| So he shot the girl down
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| They hung him from that tree up (right) above
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| I know that local folks say it’s the wind
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| But I know it’s crying from the tomb of the unknown love. |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tomb Of The Unknown Love, artist - Kenny Rogers. Album song The Heart of the Matter, in the genre Кантри