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Oh, Susannah's bedraggled |
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But she still wears the locket 'round her neck |
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She's got a picture on the table |
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Of a man who is young and able |
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Oh, Susannah's gonna cry |
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Oh, Susannah's still alive |
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Whiskey or gin, that's alright |
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There's nothing in her bed at night |
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She sleeps with the covers down |
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Hoping that somebody gets in |
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Doesn't matter what she does |
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She knows that she can't win |
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Oh, Susannah's gonna cry |
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She's got a doll with one eye |
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That always cries when he gets some sleep |
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She's waiting for a soldier to come home |
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But she'll cry and never die |
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Oh, Susannah's gonna cry |
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Oh, Susannah's still alive |
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Whiskey or gin, that's alright |
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There's nothing in her bed at night |
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She sleeps with the covers down |
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Hoping that somebody gets in |
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Doesn't matter what she does |
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She knows that she can't win |
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Oh, Susannah's still alive |
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Oh, Susannah's gonna cry |
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Oh, Susannah's still alive |
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Oh, Susannah's still alive |
