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(kinky friedman)

From a friend of yours in texas
Who's had a little trouble finding love.
I'm considered quite attractive
And I've always been quite active at the club.
But the life I lead's so lonesome
That I wonder, abbie, if you've ever known
What it's like to live in others' dreams
And never have a dream to call your own.
There's a divorcee in dallas,
There's a girl who's much too young in idaho.
London bridge is falling down
And the clergyman is out of town
And there's a daughter no one wants in buffalo.
And I'm wondering ¡®bout america,
Wondering if we lost more than the war.
I'm just wondering if there's any silver lining left
Behind the golden door.

And dear abbie, abbie I just had to write.
Dear abbie, abbie is there any love in sight ?

Well, the last time that I saw you
You were living at the old chelsea hotel.
Even though it's been a while, hell
Even now it makes me smile
To think of how you tennis-shoed the bill.
And it seems like only yesterday
You fell off of the sea-saw and you cried
And your daddy lit the fireworks
In the backyard on the fourth day of july.

And dear abbie, abbie I just had to write,
Dear abbie, abbie, where are you tonight ?
(kinky friedman)      From a friend of yours in texas   Who's had a little trouble finding love.   I'm considered quite attractive   And I've always been quite active at the club.   But the life I lead's so lonesome   That I wonder, abbie, if you've ever known   What it's like to live in others' dreams   And never have a dream to call your own.   There's a divorcee in dallas,   There's a girl who's much too young in idaho.   London bridge is falling down   And the clergyman is out of town   And there's a daughter no one wants in buffalo.   And I'm wondering ¡®bout america,   Wondering if we lost more than the war.   I'm just wondering if there's any silver lining left   Behind the golden door.      And dear abbie, abbie I just had to write.   Dear abbie, abbie is there any love in sight ?       Well, the last time that I saw you   You were living at the old chelsea hotel.   Even though it's been a while, hell   Even now it makes me smile   To think of how you tennis-shoed the bill.   And it seems like only yesterday   You fell off of the sea-saw and you cried   And your daddy lit the fireworks   In the backyard on the fourth day of july.      And dear abbie, abbie I just had to write,   Dear abbie, abbie, where are you tonight ?
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