| This worn out old six string, has sure been a good friend
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| It’s never let me down, when my hearts on the mend
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| It’s always willing, to play one more song
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| I feel, a sad one, coming on
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| Some dingy old bar-room, is where he used to turn
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| ‘Till the bottle was empty, man that whisky, would burn
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| The life of the party,' till his friends were all gone
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| I feel a sad one comin' on
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| Oh sing me the sad ones, I don’t like the fast ones
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| Keep pourin' me something, real strong
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| Oh I’m drawn, to the blue side
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| Since the king of broken hearts died
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| And I feel a sad one comin' on
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| Oh the love of a woman, it saved Jones' life
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| He put down the bottle, and he made her his wife
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| He’d tear your heart out, when he sang a song
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| And I feel a sad one comin' on
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| Oh sing me the sad ones, I don’t like the fast ones
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| I can’t bear that he’s really gone
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| Oh I’m drawn, to the blue side
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| Since the king of broken hearts died
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| And I feel a sad one comin' on
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| Oh I’m drawn, to the blue side
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| Since the king of broken hearts died
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| And I feel a sad one comin' on |