Cora is Gone

Winds through the night blowing so lonesome,
Singing to me a song.
A whip-poor-will call is just a reminder,
Pretty girls have hearts made of stone.

(Chorus)
    Away with the blues at dawn,
    My darling Cora is gone.
    I don't know why she told me good-bye,
    But my darling Cora is gone.

The ring that she wears I bought for her finger,
Purchased a ring so fine.
Gave her my last greenback dollar,
And now she's left me behind.

(Chorus)

Drifting along like brush in the river,
Knowing not where I roam.
Going to live in the deep forest,
Dark hollows will be my new home.

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