Strumming my Guitarro A married man will bring you shame [For] he'll go home tomorrow I'd rather spend my nights alone Strumming my guitarro, strumming my guitarro I've been in love a dozen times I'll love again tomorrow But now my weary heart and mind [Just?] cry with my guitarro, cry with my guitarro] A single man will take your heart And in its place leave sorrow So someone else can have my part I'll caress my guitarro, caress my guitarro I've been married, I've been single They both led to sorrow [But I'll admit the nights get cold] Strumming my guitarro, strumming my guitarro
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