Come on baby stop your cryin'
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You know you shouldn't bother so
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Didn't your momma ever tell you
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This world's a pile of woe
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What's been born is busy dyin'
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Our fortunes with the four winds blow
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Don't dread the night, don't fear the morrow
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Don't let this bed of sorrow grow
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You're the green light in the deep wood and it's drifting autmumn view
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Please dont' take my comfort and go
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Let's break it down together, and turn it over slow
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Ploughin' this pile of woe
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Oh, flowers in the green fields
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Purple yellow white and blue
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Wicked, we're forever thieving
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And weeping willows crying too
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You know some mother lost her daughter
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Some brother lost his guiding light
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Who hears the silent shadows wailing
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In the hollow of the night
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But if you hear a sweet song on a bright afternoon
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And meet me at the head of a road
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We'll sing it shade to shade all up and down the tune
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Ploughing this pile of woe
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Pile of woe, this whole world's a mess of trouble
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But now I'm looking out for rain with every grain of hope I sow
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Ploughing this pile of woe
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they say that we two are too different
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You're a jewel and I'm a thief
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But a thief takes for the taking
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And darling I want you to keep
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They say we don't have any money
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But what we got's what they don't know
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I'd better ease this rock of ages
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And let sweet silver waters flow
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And if King Solomon can marry the pharoah's daughter
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Why can't I be with you that I love so
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Take my hand upon the sand and walk beside the waters
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Washing this pile of woe
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Pile of woe, this whole world's a mess of trouble
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But now I'm looking out for rain with every grain of hope I sow
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Ploughing this pile of woe
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Pile of Woe
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Laura Cantrell |