| Look you better get outta here
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| 'Cause if the boys hear you’re back
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| Your life will be worth a cent
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| On the hill were we first met
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| There’s a tree so tall and brown
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| Here you promised to stay with me
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| And we kissed under the clouds
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| Another man, he wanted me so
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| And we were doing well
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| The morning of our wedding day
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| They found him lying dead
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| Were you my loveby
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| Don’t know were you run
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| Will I ever see my love again
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| I wish he’d come back to me
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| Will I ever see my love again
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| I hope he will see me
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| I wonder were he is and if he’s happy there
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| They can’t be acting were
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| Will I ever see my love again
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| Hanging from a tree
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| He says you took a poor man’s life
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| With a rope to the chest
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| If it’s true or if it’s not
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| to the rats
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| I just want to be with you
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| To feel you holding me tight
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| So I wait under the tree
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| And wonder if you’ll come by
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| Were you my loveby
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| Don’t know were you run
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| Will I ever see my love again
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| I wish he’d come back to me
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| Will I ever see my love again
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| I hope he will see me
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| I wonder were he is and if he’s happy there
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| They can’t be acting were
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| Will I ever see my love again
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| Hanging from a tree
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| One day a man will take my hand
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| And I will take his too
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| For him I’ll give a pretty smile
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| The tears for only you
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| Every day I see your tree
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| It’s branches are all red
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| Sometimes I look up and I thinkI see you hanging there |