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By Hank Locklin, We were waltzin' that night in Kentucky beneath that beautiful
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By Hank Locklin, In MOUNT JOY jail one Monday morning
High upon the gallows
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By Hank Locklin, (Are you going away with no word of farewell will
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By Hank Locklin, Laura hold these hands and count my fingers Laura touch
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By Hank Locklin, Let me be the one to walk with you when
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By Hank Locklin, Underneath the lantern by the barrack's gate
Darling I remember the
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By Hank Locklin, Give my mama credit cause my mama said it so
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By Hank Locklin, A little bit lonesome a little bit blue all by
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By Hank Locklin, Living alone
I may be wealthy with more than my share
I
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By Hank Locklin, I went down to the river to watch the fish
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By Hank Locklin, All alone here am I so lonely I could cry
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By Hank Locklin, I'd love to forget every time that you kissed me
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By Hank Locklin, Once I know you cared for only me a love
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By Hank Locklin, I am writing this song for you let me see
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By Hank Locklin, I got a feelin' called the blues oh Lord since
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By Hank Locklin, Everyday darling come what may I'll go on loving you
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By Hank Locklin, Loving arms will wait for you sweet sweet dreams that
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By Hank Locklin, Mademoiselle Mademoiselle of gay Paris think back think back remember
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By Hank Locklin, When the evening falls twilight shadows find
There beneath the stars
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By Hank Locklin, Tonight down here in the valley I'm lonesome and oh
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By Hank Locklin, Here upon the quiet country village stood the maple on
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By Hank Locklin, Like a bird that's lost its mate in flight I'm
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By Hank Locklin, Hold me in your arms dear, dream with me.
Cradled by
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By Hank Locklin, Mexicali Rose, stop cryin'
I'll be back again some sunny day
You
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By Hank Locklin, The minute you're gone I cry the minute you're gone
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By Hank Locklin, A mother went out on a party she left at
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By Hank Locklin, When whippoorwills call and evening is nigh I hurry to
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By Hank Locklin, Evening shadows make me blue when each weary day is
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By Hank Locklin, My heart cries for you sighs for you dies for
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By Hank Locklin, Come sweetheart mine don't sit and pine
Tell me of the