| The trees were a swayin'
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| To the songs that she was singin'
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| Sittin' on the back porch of her country home
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| Then the moon would start to glowin'
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| The soft breeze start to blowin'
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| And she would sing the blues, but nobody would ever hear
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| And she’d sing
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| Nobody wants me
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| They left me all alone
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| My mama’s out drinkin' and my daddy is dead and gone
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| Nobody wants me
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| They left me all alone
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| So I’m a singin' the blues, but thank you Lord
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| For giving me another day
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| When the sun come up, this girl would rise
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| You know her day was long and hard
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| She didn’t have much money since papa up and died
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| Workin' in the store on down the road
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| Shoulda heard the stories she done told
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| About the life that she’d been livin'
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| In that little old country home
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| She’d sing
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| Nobody wants me
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| They left me all alone
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| My mama’s out drinkin' and my daddy is dead and gone
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| Nobody wants me
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| They left me all alone
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| So I’m a singin' the blues, but thank you Lord
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| For giving me another day
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| Her voice touched me sweetly
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| As I rambled through the meadow
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| Floated down so soft and lingered in my ears
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| I followed the voice till I saw her there
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| Singin' lonesome words into the air
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| Such a beautiful lady, I listened to her as she sang
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| And she’d sing
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| Nobody wants me
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| They left me all alone
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| My mama’s out drinkin' and my daddy is dead and gone
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| Nobody wants me
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| They left me all alone
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| So I’m a singin' the blues, but thank you Lord
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| For giving me another day
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| I said I’m singin' the blues, but thank you Lord
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| For giving me another day |