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| Smoke
came from the chimney
As momma stirred the pot
Little brother came runnin’
He was cryin’ a lot
He was tired of bein’
The very last in line
He was bound and determined
To be here on time
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The
wind kissed the grasses
And the flowers in the field
Most of the menfolk
Were harvestin’ the yield
The dogs were all barkin’ and
The kids were all at play
Wasn’t nothin’ special
Just another country day
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And
Becky came by to
To see me this morning
She tried to hide
All those tears in her eyes
She didn’t know that I
Knew what she was thinkin’
That tomorrow by this time
I will prob’ly have died
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The
fire burned warm
As the sun settled down
Dinner was on the table
And the fam’ly gathered ‘round
Seven places they’d set
But one was left empty
Six were for the rest of them
But the seventh was for me
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I
could hear them from my bedroom
As I lay there in pain
Keepin’ thoughts of lovely things
Always in my brain
They all talked in whispers
As if that could delay
Ol’ Mr. Death from comin’
To take me on my way
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And
Becky came by to
To see me this morning
She tried to hide
All those tears in her eyes
She didn’t know that I
Knew what she was thinkin’
That tomorrow by this time
I will prob’ly have died
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And
Becky came by to
To see me this morning
She tried to hide
All those tears in her eyes
She didn’t know that I
Knew what she was thinkin’
That tomorrow by this time
I will prob’ly have died
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