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By Marty Robbins, The leaves of brown came tumbling down, remember
That September in
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By Marty Robbins, From the letter you write me I guess that you're
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By Marty Robbins, On a long lonesome journey I'm going
Throw your arms 'round
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By Marty Robbins, Go ahead and call her if you want to
She and
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By Marty Robbins, Just because I ask a friend about her
Just because I
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By Marty Robbins, Seventeen and he was one year more
Seventeen and he the
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By Marty Robbins, She was young and she was pretty
She was warm and
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By Marty Robbins, She's just a drifter and she drifts from town to
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By Marty Robbins, Well I'm just a man, I'm weak in some ways
Sometimes
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By Marty Robbins, Sometimes late at night I wake up dreamin'
I reach and
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By Marty Robbins, How long did you think you could go on hurting
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By Marty Robbins, Well I been a-ridin' shotgun on the Houston-Dallas stage
I got
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By Marty Robbins, I just wanted to write you a love song
To say
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By Marty Robbins, Oh how I miss you since you went away
Oh how
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By Marty Robbins, Sing me somethin' sentimental
Make it anything that's blue
Sing it sweet
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By Marty Robbins, Well I never felt more like singin' the blues
'Cause I
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By Marty Robbins, Sittin' in a tree house
Me and my baby
Up where the
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By Marty Robbins, Sixteen weeks ago tonight I let you walk away
I threw
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By Marty Robbins, Day in, day out you're the one I think about
Can't
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By Marty Robbins, Well it's not how ya walk
When you walk away
And it's
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By Marty Robbins, You say it's over, you say that you're through,
It was
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By Marty Robbins, You say it's over, you say it's through
It was a
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By Marty Robbins, Sometime I'm tempted by big brown eyes
Sometime I'm tempted to
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By Marty Robbins, Sometimes love is like a clear day
And you can almost
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By Marty Robbins, You ask me if I love you and I choke
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By Marty Robbins, Long long ago in old Wyoming lived a maid
Fair as
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By Marty Robbins, Islands of Hawaii where skies are blue are calling me
Ebony
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By Marty Robbins, If you've ever spent a night, your mind in torture
With
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By Marty Robbins, (Ay-ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay-ay!)
(Ay-ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay-ay!)
South of the border, down Mexico way,
That's where
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By Marty Robbins, At the station house one day
Was a lady old and
