If the sun refuses to rise
My old friend rooster will die
I’ll be seeing him as soon as I am at
The place I call my Tennessee
My darling won’t let me call her mine
Till I got down on my knees
My love for her was strong as old moonshine
And sadder than the fallen blueberry
If my lungs refuse to take breath
My heart would surely cease to bleed
The way I’m feeling now that ain’t so bad
I’m sadder than a weeping willow tree
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