Her house on the corner of Cedar and Elm
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Still stands in our town
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But it's been empty since she moved away
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The day that the saw mill closed down.
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We'd sit on her porch almost every night
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I remember how happy we were
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We'd grow up and marry I'd work at the mill
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To make a living for her.
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Her father worked at the mill
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Like most of the others in town
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I lost my girl when he lost his job
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The day that the saw mill closed down.
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She moved from the corner of Cedar and Elm
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And I never saw her again
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But I can still hear her mother's soft voice
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Saying honey it's time to come in.
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No longer do mill hands live here
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The giant saws don't make a sound
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No longer does my love live here
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Not since the saw mill closed down.
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She left when the saw mill closed down...
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[Narrative by Bobby spoken after song:]
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(Where the gentle summer breezes blow.)
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I've lived in Kansas City all of my life and I guess you could say I've done
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pretty well 'cause we lived in a modern well insulated house in the suburbs
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With storm windows central heat and air-conditionin'
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We got plenty of privacy the neighbors don't bother us and we don't bother
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them but you take that air-conditioner for instance
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That's a wonderful invention and I wouldn't take anything for it
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But you know sometimes I get to thinkin'
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I'd just like to open all of the windows and holler at somebody
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Or feel the honest-to-goodness breeze again or even hear a train whistle
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Or hear those two girls in Newport Arkansas singin' You Are My Sunshine
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When I was a kid I used to visit my grandparents every summer in Newport
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And Newport's a little town down on the White River
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And they lived in the sorta yellow frame house down close to the levee
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And they got awful hot there during the day
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But at night the breeze was blowing from the river and it sure felt good
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I slept right next to the window and on some nights when the air was just
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right I could hear sounds driftin' in from all parts of that little town
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Like the train pullin' into the depot ever night and always the chorus of
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crickets but crickets that's a sound you don't even hear after you get used
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to it but it's pleasant sorta like background music
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But the sound I remember most was You Are My Sunshine
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I don't know exactly where it came from but I think it must have been the
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house Beyond the vacant lot on the other corner
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But almost every night I would hear those two girl singin'
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And they sure could sing pretty
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They sang other songs but that's the one I remember most
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And I've often wondered who they were and whatever happened to 'em
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I think they must have been very pretty and had black hair.
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The Day The Saw Mill Closed Down
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| Bobby Bare |
