Play, guitar play
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Take me back to yesterday
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Let me see, cotton growing, in the fields
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Let me hear, my momma calling
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Look a-yonder ya'll who's coming
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Down the road, he's a coming home
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But they know I never will.
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I left them living with that awful thing I done
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I didn't tell them I just packed my clothes and run.
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Play, guitar play
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Help me through another day
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Help me make another dollar, before I go
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We got time, for one more song
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Then we'll have to move along
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Another town, another crowd
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Lord, I wonder if they know.
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Can they read between the lines in my song
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As I sing about a good boy that's went wrong
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Guitar we got years to kill
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We got to climb that distant hill
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I wonder if they think of me.
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(Guitar play)...
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Play, Guitar Play
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| Conway Twitty |
