| I’m a stone’s throw from the mill
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| And I’m a good walk to the river
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| When my workin' day is over
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| We’ll go swim our cares away
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| Put your toes down in the water
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| And a smile across your face
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| And tell me that you love me
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| Lovely Lady May
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| Now I ain’t the sharpest chisel
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| That your hands have ever held
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| But darlin' I could love you well
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| Til' the roll is called on high
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| I’ve seen my share of trouble
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| And I’ve held my weight in shame
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| But I’m baptized in your name
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| Lovely Lady May
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| Lord the wind can leave you shiverin'
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| As it waltzes o’er the leaves
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| It’s been rushin' through my timber
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| Til' your love brought on the spring
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| Now the mountains all are blushin'
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| And they don’t know what to say
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| 'Cept a good long line of praises
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| For my lovely Lady May
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| Now I ain’t the toughest hickory
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| That your ax has ever felled
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| But I’m a hickory just as well
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| I’m a hickory all the same
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| I came crashin' through the forest
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| As you cut my roots away
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| And I fell a good long ways
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| For my lovely Lady May |