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Introdução:
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I've sung this song, but I'll sing it again,
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of the place that I lived on the wild windy plains,
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in the month called April, the county called Gray,
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"So long, it's been good to know yuh,
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so long, it's been good to know yuh,
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so long, it's been good to know yuh,
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this dusty old dust is a-gettin' my home,
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and I got to be driftin' along."
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A dust storm hit, an' it hit like thunder,
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it dusted us over, an' it covered us under,
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blocked out the traffic an' blocked out the sun,
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We talked of the end of the world, and then,
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we'd sing a song an' then sing it again.
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We'd sit for an hour an' not say a word,
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Sweethearts sat in the dark and sparked,
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they hugged and kissed in that dusty old dark.
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They sighed and cried, hugged and kissed,
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instead of marriage, they talked like this: "Honey..."
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Now, the telephone rang, an' it jumped off the wall,
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that was the preacher, a-makin' his call.
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He said, "Kind friend, this may be the end,
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an' you got your last chance of salvation of sin!"
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The churches was jammed, and the churches was packed,
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an' that dusty old dust storm blowed so black.
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Preacher could not read a word of his text,