| There’ll be some slow walkin'
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| Gonna be some sad talkin'
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| There’ll be some flowers bringin'
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| Gonna be some sad singin'
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| Over you, I say over you
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| Over you, pretty baby
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| If I ever hear you say we’re through
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| There’ll be some long black limousines
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| People peepin' from their window screens
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| Parade of cars with their headlights on
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| All of that will be goin' on
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| Over you, I said over you
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| Over you, pretty baby
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| If I ever hear you say we’re through
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| There’ll be a hole about six feet deep
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| For you baby to take your sleep
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| Into a pine box an' down you’ll go
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| Where you will stay where it’s free of snow
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| Over you, I said over you
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| Over you, pretty baby
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| If I ever hear you say we’re through
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| All your folks will be dressed in black
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| Ride a long black cadillac
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| Yeah, baby they’ll be puttin' you away
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| The funeral home’ll have the business that day
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| Over you, I said over you
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| Over you, pretty baby
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| If I ever hear you say we’re through
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| Say I want to slay you baby, whoa now
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| Over you, pretty baby
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| If I ever hear you say we’re through
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| Say you’ll never leave me
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| I say you’ll never leave me
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| Say I’m gonna get rid of you, baby
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| If I ever hear you say we’re through
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| Whoa, I love you
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| No tellin' what I’d do
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| That’s why baby
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| I want to do all these things to you |