| Mama said
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| «Tell me what’s wrong child
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| You didn’t eat enough
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| To keep a bird alive
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| And you haven’t said
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| Two words to me all evening.»
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| She said
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| «Girl, you’ve got your long face on
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| Your eyes are red
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| And your smile is gone.»
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| So I broke down
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| And I told my mama the reason
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| I’m in love and he’s in Dallas
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| I’m as blue as a girl can be
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| Is he down there thinkin' about my love
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| Or driftin' away from me?
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| I’m in love and he’s in Dallas
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| But that’s not the way it’s s’pposed to be
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| Can a promise reach from Texas
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| All the way to Tennesee?
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| I really shoulda heard
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| From him by now
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| He promised he’d write
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| When things settled down
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| And send me money
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| For a ticket when things got better
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| And mama I guess
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| He’s just workin' hard
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| And you know how
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| Those cowboys are
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| But it’s been three weeks
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| And I ain’t got a letter
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| I’m in love and he’s in Dallas
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| I’m as blue as a girl can be
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| Is he down there thinkin' about my love
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| Or driftin' away from me?
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| And I’m in love and he’s in Dallas
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| And it’s not the way it’s s’pposed to be
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| Can a promise reach from Texas
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| All the way to Tennesee?
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| Well I’m in love and he’s in Dallas
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| I’m as blue as a girl can be
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| Can a promise reach from Texas
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| All the way to Tennesee? |