B. R. Hornsby
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She walked into town in a long white gown
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And the band played on with no one around
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And the rice was gone oh hours ago
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And the white wheeled limosine's standing alone
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Well they met at the club where the brasses blow
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Where the wine did flow oh he moved so slow
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But finally one night as the wind stood still
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He got up the nerve and she said "I will"
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The day did come and the groomsmen arrived
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Came a little early to go over their lines
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As they walked to the church on the cobblestones
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Was heard in the bushes a moan and a groan
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Well she walked into town in a long white gown
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And the band played on with no one around
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And the rice was gone oh hours ago
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And the white wheeled limosine's standing alone
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She didn't want to think that she lived a lie
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There was always talk of a wandering eye
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He'd come to the club and he'd look all around
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It took a fair minded man not to wonder aloud
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Well she walked into town in a long white gown
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And the band played on with no one around
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And the rice was gone oh hours ago
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And the white wheeled limosine's standing alone
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And the father of the bride is drinking so slow...
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White Wheeled Limosine
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| Bruce Hornsby |
