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BLACK ROSE
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(B.J. Shaver)
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Way down in Virginia, 'mongst the tall-grown sugar cane
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Lived a simple-headed man and a diamond neck ta him
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And a rose of a different name
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Well, the first time I felt lightnin'
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I was standin' in the pourin' rain
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With a tremblin' hand and a bottle of jam
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And a rose of a different name
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Well, the devil made me do it the first time
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The second time, I done it on my own
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Lord, put a handle o this simple-headed man
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Help me leave this black rose alone
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Well, the devil made that woman
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Lord, he threw the pattern away
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She were built for speed with the tool you need
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To make a new fool every day
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Well, way down deep an' dirty
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On the dark-haired side o' shame
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You'll find this clean-cut man, doin' it again
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With a rose of a different name
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Well, the devil made me do it the first time
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The second time, I done it on my own
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Lord, put a handle o this simple-headed man
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Help me leave this black rose alone
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Well, the devil made me do it the first time
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The second time, I done it on my own
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Lord, put a handle o this simple-headed man
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Help me leave this black rose alone
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BLACK ROSE
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| Scott Walker |
