| You called me Country Willie
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| The night you walked away
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| With the one who promised you a life of joy
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| You thought my life too simple
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| And your was much too gay
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| To spend it living with a country boy
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| I’m writing you this letter
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| I write you every day
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| I hope that you’ve received the ones before
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| But I’ve heard not one word from you
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| And every day I pray
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| That you will not forget your country boy
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| While you’re living in the city
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| With riches round your door
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| Is this your love
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| Is this your kind of joy
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| Or do you find
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| There’s something missing
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| Does your heart cry out for more
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| And do you sometimes miss your country boy
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| A cottage in the country
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| With roses round the door
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| Could not compete
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| With flashing city lights
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| But it’s all I have to offer
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| Except for one thing more
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| A heart so filled with love
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| That it could die
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| Well it’s time to end this letter
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| The light of dawn is near
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| A lonely night has passed
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| But there’ll be more
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| Just one more thing in closing
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| For all the world to hear
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| Come home I love you
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| Signed your country boy |