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CARTERS BLUES

As I woke up one morning fair
To view the fields and taste the air,
For to view the fields and the meadows around,
I thought I heard some mournful sound.
I thought I heard my true love say,
"Oh, do turn and come this way."
Yodel-ay-ee, oh-lay-ee, ay-oh-lay-ee.

You love some other; you don't love me.
You care not for my company.
You love some other, and I know why:
Because he has more gold than I.
But gold will melt and silver will fly.
My love for you will never die.
Yodel-ay-ee, oh-lay-ee, ay-oh-lay-ee

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There is a flower, I've heard them say,
That can be seen from day to day;
And if that flower I only could find
To cure this aching heart of mine.
Yodel-ay-ee, oh-lay-ee, ay-oh-lay-ee.

[INSTRUMENTAL BREAK]

So fare you well, my charming little love.
Oh, meet me in that land above,
And when we meet there in that land,
We'll take no more this parting hand.
Yodel-ay-ee, oh-lay-ee, ay-oh-lay-ee.