| Just a mile down the road and a street or two away
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| Lives that freckled misses that I want most every day
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| To the home of her father
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| Im gonna drag my sore ol' feet
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| Tell him shes the woman who can wake me from my sleep
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| Well she said kiss me
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| And lord I listened
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| But I haven’t gone back since
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| I curse the mind for building proper fence
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| So I will roll and I will suffer
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| Curse the soil and curse the stones
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| Keep my eyes a leakin' for that girl does love my bones
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| Well I’ve known her for a year
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| I’ve only seen her seven days
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| One week to many to keep a man like me away
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| Well she said kiss me
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| And lord I listened
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| But I haven’t gone back since
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| I curse the mind for building proper fence
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| So three years after
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| Found her doorstep
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| Found her shoes and found her kin
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| They told me old grim reaper
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| Done come and turned her in
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| Pourin' liquor on the stone
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| That marks my lost and gone
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| Well I will whimper and wail
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| And sing her funeral song |