and with all the invitations sent the young bride went
brass buttons, green silks and silver shoeswarm evenings, pale mornings,
All right, ooh yeahgot in a little trouble at the
darling, there is something I must tell you, you must
in my hour of darkness, in my time of needoh,
well, it's said my life is been so free and
ooh, Las Vegas, ain't no place for a poor boy
she, she came from the land of the cottonland that
that's all it tookthe mention of your nameand all my
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