As I roved out
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On a cold winter’s night
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Drink enough sweet wine
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I spared that girl
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Sweet little girl
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Who broke this heart of mine
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What is it, banjo?
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‘Cause she tell like some red roses
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That grows in a month after no, vice advice I mean strongly
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That’s all it sung, sung to
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What is it, banjo?
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I’ve raced to the morgue but I never been born
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But damn when I was young I never wanna kiss, sure red to the lips
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I heard your lying tongue
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What is it, banjo?
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Oh the green green grass
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Trampled under foot
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The rising moon again
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Her loving is a careless thing
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Did you rather feel such pain?
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As I Roved Out
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| Sam Amidon |
