| I wish to the Lord I never been born
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| Or died when I was young
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| Never would’ve seen those two brown eyes
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| Nor heard your flattering tongue my love
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| Or heard your flattering tongue
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| I truly understand that you love another man
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| And your heart shall no longer be mine
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| Well who will shoe your pretty little feet
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| And whose gonna glove your hand
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| Who will kiss your sweet red lips
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| When I’m in a foreign land, my love
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| When I’m in a foreign land
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| I truly understand that you love another man
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| And your heart shall no longer be mine
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| Well don’t ya remember last saturday night
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| When we stood side by side
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| You promised that you’d marry me
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| And be no other man’s bride my love
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| And be no other man’s bride
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| I truly understand that you love another man
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| And your heart shall no longer be mine
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| I never will listen what another woman says
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| Let her hair be black or brown
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| I’d rather be standing on the top of some hill
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| With the rain a-pouring down my love
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| With the rain a-pouring down
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| I truly understand that you love another man
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| And your heart shall no longer be mine
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| Said I will shoe your pretty little feet
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| And I will glove those hands
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| And I will kiss your sweet red lips
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| When you’re in a foreign land, my love
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| When you’re in a foreign land
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| I truly understand that you love another man
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| And your heart shall no longer be mine
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| I truly understand that you love another man
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| And your heart shall no longer be mine |