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There's a woma-a-an and she thinks I can do-oo no wrong |
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She's been waiting for me, all ni-i-ight long |
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Still she forgives me, when I drag it ho-ome |
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And tells me I belong |
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For her this early morning so-ong |
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It's for Harry-y and the times that have go-one before |
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We're still laughin' but I, I ain't that much fun no more |
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Still he forgives me, in the mornin' li-ight |
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For keepin' him up to lo-ong |
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For him this early mornin' so-ong |
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It's for all you cowboys, ridin' home al-o-o-o-o-o-one |
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It's for all you lovers, Tryin' to love a telepho-o-o-o-o-o-one |
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It's for the children, And the hawk in the mor-ornin' haze |
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For the people that I, I don't see too much these days |
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Will you forgive me, when we meet agai-ain |
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For stayin' away so-o long |
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I've just been out there in the daw-aw-haw-awn |
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Singin' my early mornin' song |
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So please forgive me, whe-en we meet agai-ai-ain |
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For stayin' away so lo-ong |
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I've just been out there in the daw-haw-aw-hawn |
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Singin' my early mornin' song... |
