As long as I live if it be one hour
Or
When was the last time
You got up before the sun
And
I received the letter you wrote, dear
In which you said
Well, I went into a home one day to see
Your love is colder than a foggy river flowing over
What a beautiful thought I am thinking
Concerning a great speckled
Today, I passed you on the street and my heart
Hear that lonesome whippoorwill
He sounds too blue to fly
The midnight
Goodbye Joe me, gotta go me, oh, my, oh
Me gotta
Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door
He fell
Besides a new made grave heartbroken my love for her
Won't
Low and lonely, sad and blue
Thinking only of little you
Always
Take that night train to Memphis
Take that night train to
I wanna hear it again
Just the way it was back
I know not where on earth to find you
I
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