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I had myself a true love |
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A true love who was something to see |
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I had myself a true love |
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At least that's what I kept on telling me |
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The first thing in the morning |
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I still try to think of a way to be with him |
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Some part of the evening |
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And that's the way I live through the day |
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I had myself a true love, but now he's gone |
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And left me for good |
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The Lord knows I don't hear those back yard |
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Whispers going round the neighborhood |
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There maybe a lot of things I miss |
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A lot of things I don't know |
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But I do know this, now I ain't got no love |
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And once upon a time I had a true love |
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In the evening, in the doorway |
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While I stand there and wait for his coming |
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With the house swept and the clothes hung |
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And a pot on the stove where I had meal |
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Where is he while I waste the rising newel? |
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Where is he? Why'd he gone so soon? |
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Now there ain't no way that it used to be, what now? |
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And everybody keeps telling me |
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There are may be a lot of things I miss |
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A lot of things I don't know |
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But I do know this now... |
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I ain't got no love |
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And once upon a time I had a true love. |
