Now it is dawn and a new day is born
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But with a trail of despair
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The new day was shining but many had gone
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Farmer Ferdinand Hudson had lost much more than he'd won
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He sat by a table and cried in his rum
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(break)
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The cobwebs hung heavy and dreary beside
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All that looked at him could barely decide
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He passed for one day so to sleep in that night
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And early that morning he died
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Farmer Ferdinand Hudson
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| Bee Gees |
