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I was standing by my window |
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On a cold and cloudy day |
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When I saw the hearse come rollin' |
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For to take my mother away |
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Will the circle be unbroken? |
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By and by |
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Lord, by and by |
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There's a better home a-waitin' |
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In the sky |
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Lord, in the sky |
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I told the undertaker"Undertaker, please drive slowFor this lady that you're haulin' LordI hate to see her go." |
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Well I followed close behind |
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Tried to hold the family grace |
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But I could not hide my sorrow |
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When they laid herein the grave |
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I went back home, my house was lonesome |
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Cause my mother, she was gone |
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All my brothers, sisters, crying |
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What a home, so sad and lone |
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One by one the seats were empty |
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One by one they went away |
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Now my family, they are parted |
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Will they meet again someday |
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Will the circle be unbroken? |
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By and by |
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Lord, by and by |
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There's a better home a-waitin' |
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In the sky |
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Lord, in the sky |
