Nestled in the heart of the Tennessee Hills
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There neat the pines midst the rocks and the rills
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There stands my old homestead of long long ago
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It brings back sweet memories of the one I loved so
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I'll tell you the reason why I left her there
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To roam this old world with its sorrow and care
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I saw her one night in the arms of a man hugging and kissing as two lovers can
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I went to my home with a heart full of woe packed my belongings determined to go
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For many long years this old world I did roam
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With thoughts of my sweetheart my darling my own
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[ fiddle ]
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While dining one day in a little country town
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A stranger walked in and he chanced to sit down
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While talking of loved ones I happened to find
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That his sister was that old sweetheart of mine
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When he heard my story to me then he said
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The one you left there has a long time been dead
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She waited so long for the day you'd return
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And why you had left her she never did learn
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Now I was the one who you saw that fatal night
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Wrapped in the arms of my sister so tight
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She loved you so dearly but you broke her heart
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Stranger from her ever more you must part
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Tragic Romance
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| Porter Wagoner |
