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By Hank Locklin, Her hair should be a little darker and her eyes
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By Hank Locklin, Don't whisper gossip about her though it may be true
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By Hank Locklin, Signed sealed and delievered a package containing my heart
To open
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By Hank Locklin, Silver dew on the blue grass tonight how it shines
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By Hank Locklin, I can't buy you pretty things I can't give you
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By Hank Locklin, Well I never felt more like singing the blues cause
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By Hank Locklin, Slowly I'm falling more in love with you
Slowly you're winning
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By Hank Locklin, Softly so softly you stole into my life
Gently you kissed
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By Hank Locklin, My world is like a river
As dark as it is
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By Hank Locklin, T's for Texas T's for Tennessee T's for Texas T's
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By Hank Locklin, You'll always have the tender side of me forever in
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By Hank Locklin, Her eyes were brown her hair was auburn her smile
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By Hank Locklin, If I had a nickel I know what I would
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By Hank Locklin, I'll pretend I'm free from sorrow make believe that wrong
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By Hank Locklin, There's more pretty girls than one there's more pretty girls
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By Hank Locklin, (Oh they'll never never take her love from me)
If today
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By Hank Locklin, Of all the songs the world is singing of dreams
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By Hank Locklin, Tie me to your apron strings again I know there's
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By Hank Locklin, Time nor tide will never change its way love like
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By Hank Locklin, Today I started loving you again I'm right back where
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By Hank Locklin, Together again my tears have stopped falling the long lonely
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By Hank Locklin, I was just lonesome I was just blue and I
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By Hank Locklin, Over in Kelarny many years ago
My mother sang a song
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By Hank Locklin, When the moon is shining down down through the moss
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By Hank Locklin, From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From
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By Hank Locklin, I'm walking the floor over you I can't sleep a
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By Hank Locklin, You were there in my arms alone in the moonlight
The
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By Hank Locklin, Bring along your fishin' pole and leave your dirty dishes
Meet
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By Hank Locklin, There is someone at the door guess I'd better go
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By Hank Locklin, When I grow too old to dream I have you