Mama said,
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"Tell me what's wrong child,
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You didn't eat enough
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To keep a bird alive,
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And you haven't said
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Two words to me all evening."
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She said,
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"Girl, you've got your long face on,
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Your eyes are red,
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And your smile is gone."
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So I broke down,
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And I told my mama the reason.
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I'm in love and he's in Dallas.
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I'm as blue as a girl can be.
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Is he down there thinkin' about my love,
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Or driftin' away from me?
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I'm in love and he's in Dallas
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But that's not the way it's s'pposed to be.
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Can a promise reach from Texas
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All the way to Tennesee?
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I really shoulda heard
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From him by now,
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He promised he'd write
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When things settled down.
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And send me money
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For a ticket when things got better.
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And mama I guess
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He's just workin' hard
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And you know how
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Those cowboys are.
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But it's been three weeks
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And I ain't got a letter.
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I'm in love and he's in Dallas,
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I'm as blue as a girl can be.
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Is he down there thinkin' about my love,
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Or driftin' away from me?
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And I'm in love and he's in Dallas,
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And it's not the way it's s'pposed to be.
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Can a promise reach from Texas,
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All the way to Tennesee?
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Well I'm in love and he's in Dallas,
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I'm as blue as a girl can be.
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Can a promise reach from Texas,
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All the way to Tennesee?
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I'm In Love & He's in Dallas
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| Marie Osmond |
