| She was young and she was pretty
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| She was warm and tender too
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| She was all a man could ask for
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| But her heart could not be true
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| No her heart could not be true.
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| Eyes that sparkle just like diamonds
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| Lips as fresh as morning dew
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| She was young and she was fickle
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| And her heart could not be true
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| No her heart could not be true.
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| Cheeks just like a rose when blooming
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| And a form so fine and rare
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| Curls that hung below her shoulders
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| Gold the color of her hair.
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| Now she’s gone no one can claim her
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| In my cell I’m sad and blue
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| One bright night I shot and killed her
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| She was young and so untrue
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| She was young and so untrue.
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| One bright night I watched another
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| Kiss her like I used to do
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| So I drew my gun and killed her
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| She was young and so untrue.
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| In the morning just at daybreak
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| When the roses kissed the dew
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| I shall hang because I killed her
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| She was young and so untrue
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| She was young and so untrue… |