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Our meeting is a pleasure |
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And partying is grief |
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But a false hearted lover |
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Is worse than a thief |
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A thief can but rob you |
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And take what you save |
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But a false hearted lover |
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Take you to your grave |
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I'm troubled, |
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I'm troubled |
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I'm troubled in mind |
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If trouble don't kill me |
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I'll live a long time |
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A grave will decay you |
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And turn you to dust |
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And a girl in a million |
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That a poor boy can trust |
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They'll hug and kiss you |
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And tell you more lies |
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And they cross ties on the railroad |
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Or stars in the sky |
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I'm troubled, |
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I'm troubled |
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I'm troubled in mind |
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If trouble don't kill me |
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I'll live a long time |
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I'm going to |
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GeorgiaI'm going to |
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RomeI'm going to |
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GeorgiaTo make it my home |
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Gonna build me a cabin |
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On the mountain so high |
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Oh, the wild birds and turtle doves |
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Can hear my sad cry |
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I'm troubled, |
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I'm troubled |
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I'm troubled in mind |
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If trouble don't kill me |
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I'll live a long time |
