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On the Trail of Love |
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He don't care, fer 'tis true, He jes' sort o' thinks o' you, As a girl he uster know— One o' many, sure, that's so. But you're longin', sighin' yet, Fer the man you couldn't get.
Can't ferget that night that you Loved him long an' sweet an' true, Can't ferget his voice an' style. Reckless, careless all the while, Can't ferget that old dark day, When he laffed and walked away. |
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