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(Dolly Parton) |
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These old bones will tell your story |
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These old bones will never lie |
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These old bones will tell you surely |
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What you can't see with your eye |
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These old bones, |
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I shake and rattle |
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These old bones, |
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I toss and roll |
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And it's all in where they scatter |
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Tells you what the future holds |
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Oh, she lived up on the mountain |
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Eleven miles or so from town |
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With a one-eyed cat named |
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Wink,A billy goat and a blue tick hound |
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Her graying hair was braided |
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And wrapped around her head |
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And her dress was long and faded |
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And her home a rusty shed |
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In a little pouch of burlap |
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Tied with a piece of twine |
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There were bones all shapes and sizes |
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Gathered through the course of time |
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She'd throw them out before you |
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She swore that she could see |
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The present, past and future |
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She could ready your destiny |
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Everybody knew about her |
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Came to get their fortune read |
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Concerning health and wealth and power |
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Who to love and when to wed |
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Well, I just like helpin' people |
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I'm just glad that |
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I could help |
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Why, I know everybody's secrets |
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But I keep it to myself |
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These old bones will tell your story |
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These old bones will never lie |
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These old bones will tell you surely |
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What you can't see with your eye |
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These old bones, |
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I shake and rattle |
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These old bones, |
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I toss and roll |
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And it's all in where they scatter |
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Tells you what the future holds |
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Some called her witchy woman |
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Some said she was insane |
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Some said she was a prophet |
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Still everybody came |
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Just because a body's different |
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Well, that don't make 'em mad |
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Well, they've crucified a many |
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For the special gifts they've had |
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I had often heard about her, |
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Dreamed about her now and then |
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For I, too, was clairvoyant, |
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Came about when |
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I was tenI was fascinated with her |
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And the things |
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I'd heard about |
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And I knew some day |
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I'd meet her, |
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And one day it came about |
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Well, I know'd that you 'uz a'comin' |
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I could feel it in my bones |
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These old bones have also told me |
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That I won't be here for long |
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Did you know that you 'uz adopted? |
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Did you know you once't was mine? |
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But the county took you from me, |
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Said I wasn't right in mind |
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But I just know'd |
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I had to see you' |
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Fore these bones was laid to rest |
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So I conjured up a message |
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It must'a worked, |
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I guessThis gift runs in the family |
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I know you also know |
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And I passed this gift on to you |
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These old bones, they're just for show |
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These old bones will tell your story |
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These old bones will never lie |
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These old bones will tell you surely |
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How to live and when you'll die |
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These old bones, |
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I shake and rattle |
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These old bones, |
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I toss and roll |
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And it's all in where they scatter |
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Tells you what the future holds |
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I held her hand while she was dyin' |
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And with the funeral through |
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I headed on back up the mountain |
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For Billy, |
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Wink and Blue |
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And that little pouch of burlap |
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With those bones so worn and old |
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She give me somethin' special |
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Now every time |
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I throwThese old bones will tell your story |
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These old bones will never lie |
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These old bones will tell you surely |
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What you can't see with your eye |
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These old bones, |
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I shake and rattle |
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These old bones, |
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I toss and roll |
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And it's all in how they scatter |
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Tells you what the future holds |
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Now I can't tell you what you want to hear |
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I just tell you what |
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I seeIt's these old bones a'talkin' |
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Blame it on them; don't pack it on me |
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It's just like that time that there boy died |
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Up at the sawmill |
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Well, I know'd who done it, but |
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I never said |
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And I know'd when somebody is a cheatin' |
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Or when somebody's baby was gonna be born dead |
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But unless somebody just plain out and asked me |
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Well, I just figured there ain't no point goin' around actin' like you know everything, just 'cause you might. |
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Ah, you know girl |
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I want you to take these bones' |
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Cause I don't want no young'un of mine a'going around unprepared |
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You just remember that the magic is inside you |
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There ain't no crystal ball |
