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By Marty Stuart, She was the finest lookin' woman, that I've ever seen
Looked
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By Marty Stuart, Come into the house of the Lord
Come into the house
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By Marty Stuart, I got a pocket full of money, got the top
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By Marty Stuart, Scared, I've been scared out here on my own
Lost, I've
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By Marty Stuart, There's a train a-comin' and I need a ride
Somewhere to
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By Marty Stuart, Who'll buy my wheat, who'll buy my corn
To feed my
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By Marty Stuart, Yes, she broke my heart again
(Fool for love)
That's the way
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By Marty Stuart, Your heart's changing, our love is growing cold
Something tells me
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By Marty Stuart, Way down in Harlan County
On a cold and lonesome night
A
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By Marty Stuart, Dreamed aboutcha last night, baby
Well, you were lookin' for your
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By Marty Stuart, Hey baby
Don't you cry
I'm gonna wipe those little
Teardrops dry
Hey baby
Don't
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By Marty Stuart, It comes from Mississippi, and down in Alabam
Creepin' like a
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By Marty Stuart, Under bridges, beneath trestles in the boxcars of dead trains
Livin'
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By Marty Stuart, When I was a baby, my sweet momma told me
Go
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By Marty Stuart, I want a woman who's strong good and kind
She's got
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By Marty Stuart, Well, I hear there?s a place somewhere down south
Where you
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By Marty Stuart, I'd go lookin' for you if you wanted me to
If
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By Marty Stuart, Well let me tell you what the Bible says
In first
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By Marty Stuart, Well when the sun goes down
At the end of the
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By Marty Stuart, I didn't know that she was married
That part she didn't
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By Marty Stuart, Last night I dreamed I went to Hillbilly Heaven
Oh, what
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By Marty Stuart, Mirrors don't lie, a mirror won't lie
So don't be lookin'
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By Marty Stuart, Ridin' twenty miles on a midnight train
Just to go fishin'
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By Marty Stuart, It was the perfect excuse to get drunk
As if lately
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By Marty Stuart, Sometimes the only thing to do is turn around and
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By Marty Stuart, The man on the street without any shoes
With nowhere to
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By Marty Stuart, I give my heart and soul to you
That's all I
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By Marty Stuart, Marty, do you know where I was last Sunday?
Where was
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By Marty Stuart, My iron-clad mind didn't how to listen
To things that your
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By Marty Stuart, There's a girl trying to steal my heart and I'm