| Well in the early autumn wind
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| A lonely dove is flyin'
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| Mournin' for his one true love
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| He can’t be blamed for cryin'
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| He can’t be blamed for cryin'
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| Well the rooster, he got twenty gals
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| Well he’s happy as a lark
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| Well he wake 'em in the mornin' time
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| Put 'em all to bed at dark
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| Put 'em all to bed at dark
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| Well if you’ve been true
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| Well if you’ve been true
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| You’d better look me in the eyes
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| 'Cause all I smell is cheap perfume
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| And gin… and smoke… and lies
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| Well where were you last Saturday
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| All dressed up so pretty?
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| With your blue-eyed ballroom boy
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| In Oklahoma City
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| In Oklahoma City
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| Well the spade is made for diggin' dirt
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| And an axe is made for choppin'
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| And darlin' my heart’s hard as nails
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| They hammer in a hardwood coffin
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| In a hardwood coffin
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| Well if you’ve been true
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| Well if you’ve been true
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| You’d better look me in the eyes
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| 'Cause all I smell is cheap perfume
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| And gin… and smoke… and lies
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| Well way down in the bottom land
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| A big black crow is laughin'
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| No one ever goes down there
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| Wonder what has happened
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| Wonder what has happened
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| And in the early autumn wind
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| A lonely dove is flyin'
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| Mournin' for his one true love
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| He can’t be blamed for cryin'
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| He can’t be blamed for cryin'
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| Well if you’ve been true
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| Well if you’ve been true
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| You’d better look me in the eyes
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| 'Cause all I smell is cheap perfume
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| And gin… and smoke… and lies
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| Well if you’ve been true
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| Well if you’ve been true
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| You’d better look me in the eyes
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| 'Cause all I smell is cheap perfume
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| And gin… and smoke… and lies
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| And gin… and smoke… and lies |