| The wind through the night is blowin' so lonesome
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| Singin' to me a song
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| A whippoorwill call is just a reminder
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| Pretty girls have hearts made of stone
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| I’ll wake with the blues at dawn
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| My darling Cora is gone
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| I don’t know why she told me goodbye
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| But my darling Cora is gone
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| The ring that she wears I bought for her finger
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| Purchased her raiment so fine
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| Gave her my last green back dollar
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| And now she’s left me behind
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| I’ll wake with the blues at dawn
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| My darling Cora is gone
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| I don’t know why she told me goodbye
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| But my darling Cora is gone
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| Drifting along like a brush on a river
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| Caring not where I roam
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| Going to live in a deep forest
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| Dark hollow will be my new home
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| I’ll wake with the blues at dawn
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| My darling Cora is gone
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| I don’t know why she told me goodbye
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| But my darling Cora is gone |