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I'm a rambler, I'm a gambler, |
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I'm a long ways from my home. |
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If you people don't like me, |
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Well, just leave me alone. |
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For it's dark and it's a-raining, |
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And the moon gives no light, |
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And my pony can hardly travel |
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On this dark road at night. |
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You know, I once had me a true love, |
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Lord, her age was just sixteen. |
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She was the flower of Belton |
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And the rose of Saline. |
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But her parents they didn't like me, |
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And now she's just the same. |
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So if I'm writ on your books, gal, |
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Well, just you blot out my name. |
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For there's changes in the ocean, |
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And there's changes in the sea, |
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And there's changes in my true love, |
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But there ain't no change in me. |
