Tom: C
Introdução:
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It’s been five years come this autumn, she remembers well the day
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The day the fever got him, and took him far away
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Far away from always knowing that the love they shared was true
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Far away the fiddler’s bowing, the grass forever blue
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It was in the dead of winter when her man first caught the chill
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And he said he heard the angels singing “Cabin on the Hill”
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Through the springtime he was groaning “The good times are past and gone”
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By the summer she was moaning “Old lover please come home”
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Now she stands out in the midnight in the moonlight all aglow
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She prays to Carter Stanley “Won’t you please tell Bill Monroe
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Rather be in some dark hollow or some dark deep shady grove
I started listening to bluegrass music in Bryan Duckworth’s rust red 1970 Ford