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Bury me along the Big Sandy |
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Down in the blue gray mountains |
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Rest my soul in those hills of coal |
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Until this old earth does tremble |
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Now, don't you mourn for me |
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When my soul is free |
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Woman, don't you cry |
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Just bury me along the Big Sandy |
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Under a blue Kentucky sky |
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This old town of sin |
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It's about to do me in |
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I don't know how much I can stand |
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With my knees on the street and my heart at their feet |
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I'm forced to beg from Satan's hand |
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So bury me along the Big Sandy |
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Down in the blue gray mountains |
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Rest my soul in those hills of coal |
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Until this old earth does tremble |
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Don't you mourn for me |
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When my soul is free |
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Woman, don't you cry |
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Just bury me along the Big Sandy |
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Under a blue Kentucky sky |
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When I came to this land |
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I was strong and I could stand |
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But now I've somehow gone astray |
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Yet, I still see the truth |
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In the teachings of my youth |
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And I know that the Lord ain't turned away |
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So bury me along the big sandy |
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Down in the blue gray mountains |
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Rest my soul in those hills of coal |
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Until this old earth does tremble |
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Don't you mourn for me |
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When my soul is free |
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Woman, don't you cry |
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Just bury me along the Big Sandy |
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Under a blue Kentucky sky |
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Under a blue Kentucky sky |
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Under a blue Kentucky sky |
