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Were you lonesome tonight? Was the hash out of sight? Are you sorry you strayed from true trail? Did your throat feel real dry? Underneath the hot sky When you thought of the beer did you wail? Are the sores on your feet, raw and filled up with puss? When you gazed down the road, did you pray for a bus? Are your legs filled with pain? Will you shortcut again? Tell me fool, were you lonesome tonight? |
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