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By George Morgan, Making heartaches you're that kind of girl
You'll keep on making
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By George Morgan, I'm satisfied with just a cottage below
A little silver and
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By George Morgan, Memories memories dreams of love so true
O'er the sea of
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By George Morgan, Sweetest little fellow everybody knows
Don't know what to call him
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By George Morgan, There's a spot in me heart which no colleen may
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By George Morgan, Hey Mr ting-a-ling steel guitar man
Play me some lonesome as
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By George Morgan, My soul is lost so lonely and so cold
Just like
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By George Morgan, One dozen roses and our love a mom and dad's
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By George Morgan, One rose is all it takes to say I love
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By George Morgan, Here is a rose from the garden where the flower
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By George Morgan, Please help me I'm falling in love with you
Close the
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By George Morgan, When the man from the flower-shop rings your doorbell today
Take
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By George Morgan, I want some red roses for a blue lady
Mr Florest
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By George Morgan, Roses I send you roses
With all the love their tender
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By George Morgan, Roses are red my love violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
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By George Morgan, We lived a beautiful life together not so very long
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By George Morgan, Seems we always have to slip around to be together
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By George Morgan, Slowly I'm falling more in love with you
Slowly, you're winning
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By George Morgan, We slipped into the room I sometimes borrowed for just
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By George Morgan, Don't mind the teardrops on the roses that I sent
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By George Morgan, Get your favorite photo and send it to me
Along with
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By George Morgan, Well I'd like to send an orchid at the start
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By George Morgan, Well I walk in and I walk out we're never
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By George Morgan, Roses are red violets are blue
I'm sending red red roses
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By George Morgan, (Waltzing waltzing by the Ohio)
I was waltzing by the Ohio
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By George Morgan, If anyone could find the joy that true love brings
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By George Morgan, When the white azaleas start blooming
I'll come back to you
When
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By George Morgan, Whither Thou goest I will go
Wherever Thou lodgest I will
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By George Morgan, Whose memory are you who's all alone and blue
Dreamin' of
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By George Morgan, I am the lineman for the county and I drive