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By Lynn Anderson, Well it really it doesn't matter who's right or wrong
We've
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By Lynn Anderson, I guess the excitement of keeping a secret the pleasure
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By Lynn Anderson, We don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee we don't take no
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By Lynn Anderson, When I found somebody new I thought I never would
Forget
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By Lynn Anderson, Everybody knows you been steppin' on my toes and I'm
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By Lynn Anderson, Our house is hushed with only lonely we had crystal
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By Lynn Anderson, Don't build for me no paper mansions that I can
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By Lynn Anderson, When I was a child my family would travel
Down to
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By Lynn Anderson, There was an emptiness within my life along about the
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By Lynn Anderson, While walking by your side along the way I spied
A
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By Lynn Anderson, (I was just your pick of the week)
You only say
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By Lynn Anderson, (He's gone no he's gone now)
As dawn mets the darkness
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By Lynn Anderson, This could be our last good night together we may
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By Lynn Anderson, You've promised you would be true to me
But we both
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By Lynn Anderson, I left a good job in the city workin' for
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By Lynn Anderson, Put your hand in the hand of the man who
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By Lynn Anderson, If I listened long enough to you I'd find the
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By Lynn Anderson, If you don't want me baby, if you're not satisfied
If
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By Lynn Anderson, Love is a burning thing and it makes a fiery
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By Lynn Anderson, Rockin' around the Christmas tree at the Christmas party hop
Mistletoe
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By Lynn Anderson, Wish that I was on old Rocky Top down in
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By Lynn Anderson, I beg your pardon
I never promised you a rose garden
Along
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By Lynn Anderson, I beg your pardon
I never promised you a rose garden
Along
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By Lynn Anderson, (You know Dasher and Dancer Prancer and Vixen Comet and
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By Lynn Anderson, Seven lonely days make one lonely week seven lonely nights
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By Lynn Anderson, You can buy a box of candy on each birthday
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By Lynn Anderson, Sing me a song of sadness and sing it as
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By Lynn Anderson, What's the most powerful thing in the world that everybody's
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By Lynn Anderson, Here's a song I love to sing it's about the
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By Lynn Anderson, Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean
The unborn grass lies