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On the Trail of Love |
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Left her one night lookin' back with the tear-shine in her eyes, An' her voice was sort o' trembly like most
women's when they cries; An' I've ranged the dreary country from the
start to ev'rywhere, But somehow I'm allers thinkin' that I left my heart back there.
When she goes to get the mail, Girl, I'll never, never fail Fcr to love an' long to see you On the old Pactola trail. |
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