| Black river flows so slowly there’s no knowing its direction
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| Just as aimlessly I followed you acourtin your affection
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| As surely as it’s flowin down
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| I’ll hear that high lonesome sound
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| Another solitary sun west bound
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| Towards lonesome sundown
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| Lonesome sundown, lonesome sundown
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| Lonesome toil Lonesome task
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| Bring us comfort from the past (from the past)
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| Stroll bold down the path quietly (ooh)
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| So great what we don’t have (ooh)
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| Sun shining reminding us
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| Of comfort from weather beaten hands
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| Sunset homesick silhouette
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| Against the rope burned west
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| Lonesome sundown, lonesome sundown
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| Feel no need to reason why the sun will rise and set
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| (I won’t believe that it’s a claustrophobic countdown to oblivion)
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| Just as I (') burden are seen with no regret
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| (That's just too much)
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| Heading west out across the tracks
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| Then deep currents draw me back
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| Still waters can often hide the fact
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| Two hearts are crossed so deep
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| Lonesome sundown, lonesome sundown |