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I seen ya in your red room laughinWith your shinin' coffee can
So many wrongs all kinds a goins on
Held my head an ran
I hid and did a bit more lookinSaw ya dancin' on the pine porch creakinMouth open an doors down wide
Here's what was inside
I seen what I saw
An these things I do are wrong, that's all
An these tales I tales I tell are tall
Then I climbed up on the big horse strappinPut the spur down to blood
He took off 16 horses strong
Left me lyin' in mud
An there I sit until the sun's up shininYes an black stands my ride
Twenty hands high
An watchin' spookeyed
My hands on his side
HATA BİLDİR
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