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I am a maid of constant sorrow |
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I've seen trials all of my days |
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I'm going back to California |
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Place where I was partly raised |
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Your friends may say that I'm a stranger |
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My face they'll never see no more |
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There is but one promise that's given |
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I'll sail on God's golden shore |
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All through this world I'm bound to ramble |
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Through sun and wind and drivin' rain |
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I'm bound to ride the western railway |
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Perhaps I'll take the very next train |
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I am a maid of constant sorrow |
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I've seen trials all of my days |
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I'm going back to California |
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Place where I was partly raised |
