| Well I left town this morning, I was on my way back home
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| Now don’t you a hear me talkin' pretty mama?
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| Well I left town this morning. |
| I was on my way back home
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| I heard the woohoo church bells makin' a woohoo mournful sound
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| I stopped and listened, fell from hanging on Now don’t you a hear me talkin' mama?
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| I stopped and listened, fell from hanging on I know about that a sound but it isn’t gone?
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| Well I got home now people met me and said
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| Now don’t you a hear me talkin' pretty mama?
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| When I got home people said me regrets
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| I run your woohoo your sweet little
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| faror
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| is dead
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| Well I got home
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| People said get in touch, scream and cry
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| Now don’t you a hear me talkin' pretty mama?
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| Well I got home, guess I’ll scream and cry
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| I thought my little woohoo baby was too cute to die
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| I went to the churchyard, cried at the door
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| Now don’t you a hear me talkin' pretty mama?
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| I went to the churchyard, cried at the door
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| I never will see my sweet baby anymore |