| Oh, a tongue can accuse and carry bad news
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| Gossip is cheap and it’s lo-o-ow
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| So unless you’ve made no mistakes in your life
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| Just be careful of stones that you throw
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| Spoken: A neighbor was passin' my garden one time. |
| She stopped and I
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| Knew
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| Right away that it was gossip, not flowers, she had on her mind. |
| And
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| This is what I
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| Heard my neighbor say-«You know, that girl down the street should be run
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| From our
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| Midst. |
| She drinks and she talks quite a lot. |
| She knows not to speak to
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| My child
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| And me. |
| «My neighbor then smiled and I thought
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| Oh, a tongue can accuse and carry bad news
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| Gossip is cheap and it’s lo-o-ow
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| But unless you’ve made no mistakes in your life
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| Be careful of stones that you throw
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| Spoken: Just then a car speeded by in the screamin' of brakes-a sound
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| That
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| Made my blood chill. |
| For my neighbor’s one child had been pulled from
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| The path
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| And saved by a girl lyin' still. |
| The child was unhurt and my neighbor
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| Cried out «Oh
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| Who was that brave girl so sweet? |
| «I covered the crushed broken body
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| And said
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| «The bad girl who lived down the street.»
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| So unless you’ve made no mistakes in your life
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| Just be careful of stones that you throw |