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Looking out my window, looking at the rain |
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Nothing left but sorrow, nothing left but pain |
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Why did you go and leave me, sad alone and blue |
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Looking out my window, woman, trying to find you |
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Why did you leave me? |
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Why did you grieve me? |
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Looking out my window, what do I see |
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Nobody's crying half as bad as me |
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I don't think that they feel, so alone and blue |
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Looking out my window woman, trying to find you |
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Why did you leave me? |
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Why did you grieve me? |
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I'd like to tell you about a little girl |
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That left me so alone and blue |
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The trouble is, if I paint the picture too well |
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You might fall in love with her too |
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She was about 5'6, a little bag of tricks |
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My mama told me to watch my back, but I wouldn't listen |
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Because for you baby I'd scratch out my old love baby |
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Looking out my window, down the railroad track |
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Waiting for that little brown eyed girl, she's coming back |
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I can hear the whistle blowing, down the line |
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Oh come on back girl, you'll be mine, all mine |
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Why did you leave me? |
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Why did you grieve me? |
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Woah, baby come on home |
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I'm so alone |
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I don't care what my mamma says |
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I want you anyway |
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I'm down on my knees |
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Begging you please |