(Allison Moorer)
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The night was hot and steamy
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And crickets played their tune
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Everyone was sleeping
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Under an August moon
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Except one man that sat awake
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Slowly going mad
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Regretting that he'd thrown away
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The only love he had
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A slave to the bottle
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He'd driven his family to leave
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A wife and two daughters
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He treated so terribly
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Drunk with grief and loneliness
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He wasn't thinking straight
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He knew he couldn't live unless
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They pardoned his mistakes
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He went into the city
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To try to make amends
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Asked his love for pity
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But she would not give in
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Overwhelmed with sadness
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He reached for his gun
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And took her life along with his
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Before the morning sun
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Now they are lying
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In the cold, cold earth
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Such a sad, sad story
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Such a sad, sad world
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Cold, Cold Earth
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Allison Moorer |