I don't think much about her no more
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Seldom if ever does she cross my mind
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Yesterday is gone, it's better forgotten
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Like the poison red berries to die, on the vine.
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This morning at dawn Lord, I pulled into town
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Had some coffee and talked with some old friends of mine
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Laughing at the good times they remembered
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Then I remembered a time.
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mmm oooo oooo
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Lord, I can still see the bright lights back in Dallas
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As yesterday moves like a dream through my mind
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I didn't suppose that I'd ever forget her
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And you know it took such a long time
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But I don't think much about her no more
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Seldom if ever does she cross my mind
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Yesterday is gone, Lord, it's better forgotten
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Like the poison red berries that cling, to the mind...
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I Don't Think About Her No More
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| Don Williams |
