| I fall on my knees and I pray to thee
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| To come and stand around with me, little girl
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| To come and stand around with me
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| It’s look up, look down that old lonesome road
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| And it’s hang down your little head and cry, little girl
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| Hang down your little head and cry, little girl
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| There’s more than one, there’s more than two
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| Other pretty women like you, little girl
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| Other pretty women like you
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| I wish to the Lord that I had never been born
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| Or died when I was young, little girl
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| Died when I was young
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| I never would have kissed your red ruby lips
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| Or heard your lying tongue, little girl
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| Or heard your lying tongue
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| You’ve told me more lies than the stars in the skies
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| And you’ll never go to heaven when you die, little girl
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| Never go to heaven when you die
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| My suitcase is packed and my trunk is gone
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| Goodbye little woman I’m gone, gone
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| Goodbye little woman I’m gone
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| I fall on my knees and I pray to thee
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| To come and stand around with me, little girl
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| To come and stand around with me
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| Goodbye little woman I’m gone, gone
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| Goodbye little woman I’m gone |