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By Jean Shepard, My mama didn't raised no fools no mama didn't raised
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By Jean Shepard, You ask me how long I've been drinkin' and livin'
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By Jean Shepard, If you gave me the moon in the heaven and
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By Jean Shepard, So many beautiful stories are told of love and affection
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By Jean Shepard, I'm gonna take the next bus on back to Georgia
I'm
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By Jean Shepard, Just like some breeze you've drifted back again
You didn't bother
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By Jean Shepard, We danced in the night dear a night of delight
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By Jean Shepard, Won't you tell me if you can what's the matter
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By Jean Shepard, I'm the other woman you've heard about
The one that you
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By Jean Shepard, Our past is always present where my future is concerned
And
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By Jean Shepard, Over and over you held me in your arms over
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By Jean Shepard, Don't build for me paper mansions that only stand until
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By Jean Shepard, Be sure before you say I love you that no
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By Jean Shepard, I knew this morning as soon as the phone rang
That
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By Jean Shepard, You love her I know but I won't let you
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By Jean Shepard, You've promised you would be true to me but we
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By Jean Shepard, You say our love is over that's right I found
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By Jean Shepard, There oughta be a law against the runnin' around and
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By Jean Shepard, Please release me, let me go
I don't love you anymore
To
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By Jean Shepard, Roll muddy river roll on muddy river roll on
I've got
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By Jean Shepard, You've heard that old story ever since time began that
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By Jean Shepard, How many times have you heard someone say
If I had
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By Jean Shepard, I know you're out there in her arms again tonight
Just
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By Jean Shepard, I know you'll never loved me the way I love
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By Jean Shepard, Once we were so happy you were my very own
Then
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By Jean Shepard, Seven lonely days make one lonely week
Seven lonely nights make
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By Jean Shepard, Though the door was open wide, not a sound came
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By Jean Shepard, Monday's promise is Tuesday's lie
Saturday's party is Sunday's fight
Somethin's wrong
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By Jean Shepard, Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean
The unborn grass lies
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By Jean Shepard, As I sit here alone and in silence reliving each