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Have you ever been walking down that lonesome road? |
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Have you ever been walking, walking down that lonesome road? |
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All you got in this world, Lord I declare she's dead and gone. |
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Things look so black, you got to travel alone. |
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Things look so black, you got to travel alone. |
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All you got in this world, Lord I declare she's gone. |
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It ain't too good, ain't got a shelter over your head. |
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It don't look so good, when you ain't got a shelter over your head. |
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When you could have been sleeping on a feather bed, yeah. |
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Walkin'. |
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Have you ever been walking, walking down that lonesome road? |
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Have you ever been walking, walking down that lonesome road? |
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When all you got in this world, Lord I declare she's gone. |
