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the hay hung low |
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where the road leads I will go |
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and it's a hard and a crooked life |
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when you're a dead man's unwedded bride |
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the hay moves slow |
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where the road leads no one knows |
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and it's a hard and a crooked life |
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when you're a dead man's unwedded bride |
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down by the road sits a man |
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who's gray and old |
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says the hardest thing I know |
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is to see your loved ones go |
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down goes the road |
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where the wildflowers grow |
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there's a lake that's dark deep and cold |
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there I shall lay my bones |
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down I go |
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gonna lay my bruised bones |
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and the hardest thing they'll know |
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just let go |
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just let me go |
