| Well, I asked her while she cried what she was doin' with her life
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| She said, 'I could marry a sailor; |
| I think that I’d make a good wife
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| But he would leave for months at sea leaving only the baby and me
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| And I do not think that I could stay faithful
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| And I could leave this town for good bringing only some photos and a book
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| But I’m pretty sure my legs would grow weary'
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| And then she asked how 'bout me?
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| I said, 'Well, darlin' let me see
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| I hear wedding bells and see kisses from lovers
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| Those lovers are so in sync; |
| they appear to be you and me
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| But I could be wrong cause my mind is awful lazy
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| Now I’m seein something else and it’s me all by myself
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| And I appear to be older and I’m awful lonely
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| And as I cry I ask God, 'Why? |
| How could you let my poor wife die?'
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| And I told her not cry; |
| to wipe her eyes
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| Well, if love is all you had
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| Well, then, Baby, that’s not bad
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| And if love is all you got
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| Then that’s a hell of a lot (x5) |