She was young and she was pretty she was warm and tender too
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She was all a man could ask for but her heart could not be true
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No her heart could not be true
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Eyes that sparkle just like diamonds lips as fresh as morning dew
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She was young and she was fickle and her heart could not be true
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No her heart could not be true
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Cheeks just like a rose when blooming and a form so fine and rare
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Curls that hung below her shoulders gold the color of her hair
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Now she's gone no one can claim her in my cell I'm sad and blue
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One bright night I shot and killed her she was young and so untrue
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She was young and so untrue
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One bright night I watched another kissed her like I used to do
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So I drew my gun and killed her she was young and so untrue
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In the morning just at daybreak when the roses kissed the dew
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I shall hang because I killed her she was young and so untrue
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She was young and so untrue
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She Was Young And She Was Pretty
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| Marty Robbins |
