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Summer Sunday evening, around the old home place |
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Well, I would play my guitar and sister sang along |
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Sister's smile would always light up my Daddy's face |
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And when they'd get to dancing, well they'd dance all night till dawn |
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And I would sing one for sister |
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Play one for papa, moan one for mama |
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Then I'd cry one for you |
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And mama liked the slow ones and she'd shuffle 'cross the floor |
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Sister liked the fast ones, Lord she could step so high |
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And I'd see my Daddy dancing, till he could dance no more |
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And when I'd play a sad song, well he would start to cry |
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And I would sing one for sister |
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Play one for papa, moan one for mama |
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Then I'd cry one for you |
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Now it's just me and this old guitar |
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I've no place to call my own |
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'Coz mama and papa have passed away and sister has settled down |
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Now you ran off and left me to live here all alone |
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So I will sing these sad old songs as I am leaving town |
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And I would sing one for sister |
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Play one for papa, moan one for mama |
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Then I'd cry one for you |
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Yes I will sing one for sister |
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Play one for papa, moan one for mama |
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Then I'd cry one for you |
