There's an old old house that once was a mansion
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On a hill overlookin' the own
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Where time's left a wreck where once was a beauty
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And soon the old house will tumble down
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When the leaves begin to fall in the autumn
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And the raindrops drip from the trees
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There's an old old man who walks in the garden
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And his head is bowed in memory.
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They say he built the mansion for the love of a woman
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And they planned to be married in the fall
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But her love withered in the last days of summer
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And the house stands empty after all.
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The Old Old House
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| Bill Monroe |
