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When she had twenty years, well she turned to her mother |
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Saying mother, I know that you'll grieve |
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But I've given my soul to st john the gambler |
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Tomorrow comes time to leave |
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For the hills cannot hold back my sorrow forever |
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And dead men lie deep 'round the door |
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The only salvation that's mine for the asking |
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So mother, think on me no more |
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And winter held high round the mountains' breast |
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And the cold of a thousand snows |
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Lay heaped upon the forest's leaf |
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But she dressed in calico |
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For a gambler likes his women fancy |
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Fancy she would be |
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And the fire of her longing would keep way the cold |
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And her dress was a sight to see |
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But the road was long beneath the feet |
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She followed her frozen breath |
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In search of a certain st john the gambler |
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Stumbling to her death |
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She heard his laughter right down from the mountains |
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And danced with her mother's tears |
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To a funeral drawn of calico |
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'neath the cross of twenty years |
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To a funeral drawn of calico |
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'neath the cross of twenty years |
