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Look up and down that lonesome road |
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Hang down your head and cry, my Lord |
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Hang down your head and cry |
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They say all good friends must part sometimes |
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Why not you and I? |
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(My Lord) |
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Why not you and I? |
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I wish to the Lord that I've never been born |
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Or died when I was a baby, my Lord |
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Or died when I was a baby |
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I would've not been here eating this cold cold bread |
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And supping this salty gravy, my Lord |
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And supping this salty gravy |
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I wish to the Lord that I've never seen your face |
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Heard your lying tongue, my Lord |
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Heard your lying tongue |
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So look up and down that lonesome road |
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All our friends have gone, my Lord |
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And you and I must go |
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Look up and down that lonesome road |
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Hang down your head and cry, my Lord |
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Hang down your head and cry |