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Well she's coming down the stairs, combin' back her yellow hair |
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And I ain't goin' to be treated this old way, this old way |
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And I ain't goin' to be treated this old way |
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Well she went up to her room where she sang her faithful tune |
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And I'm goin' where those chilly winds don't blow, winds don't blow |
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And I'm goin' where those chilly winds don't blow |
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Well I married me a wife, she's been trouble all my life |
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Run me out in the cold rain and snow, rain and snow |
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Run me out in the cold rain and snow |
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Run me out in the cold rain and snow |
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Run me out in the cold rain and snow |
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Run me out in the cold rain and snow |
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Run me out in the cold rain and snow |