| I met Annie Ford out on the Great West road
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| Soaking through and thumbing for a ride
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| She sat there on her suitcase in her dancing dress
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| I would’ve been a fool to pass her by
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| And as we sped across the night
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| We told our stories by the light
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| Of the stars that lead us home
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| Each time we strayed
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| Me and Annie talked till dawn
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| When we reached her old man’s farm
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| And I said so long; |
| guess I’ll be on my way
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| I started meeting Annie by the old sawmill
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| Wasting time and drinking in the day
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| Courting her was easy with her smile like that
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| Loving her was easy in the night
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| Well, me and Annie set a date
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| And had a wedding in the spring
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| Man, you should’ve heard that old church choir sing
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| It didn’t take us very long
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| Till the baby came along
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| Well we named him Tom and settled into life
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| But at night death came around
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| And Annie left without a sound
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| But the trouble with this life, is it doesn’t last so long
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| And your love can be divided overnight
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| Now it’s only me and Tom
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| Now our wife and mother’s gone
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| Well I told the Lord ' I just don’t think it’s right' |