| There’s cryin' in the city
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| All the people are sayin'
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| I heard it on the mountain
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| Where I was living
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| No food for the children
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| Oh, the times are so bad
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| Whatever happened to giving
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| Oh mama, mend the hole in my coat
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| Take my guitar off the wall
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| I’ve got to go see what I can do
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| And I hope I’ll be back by fall
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| Summer was a dry one
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| The wind burned across
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| And the crows carried off
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| What was left over
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| Five nights in the valley lights burned
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| The people did not stop
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| As the damage they try to recover
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| Oh mama, mend the hole in my coat
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| Take my guitar off the wall
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| I’ve got to go see what I can do
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| And I hope I’ll be back by fall
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| There’s lightning in the mountain
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| And the wind blow so sweet
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| I swear sometimes this must be heaven
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| Don’t look back, don’t think about it
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| Just think about the road beneath your feet
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| Remember the gift that must be given
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| Oh mama, mend the hole in my coat
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| Take my guitar off the wall
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| I’ve got to go see what I can do
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| And I hope I’ll be back by fall |