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American Ballads and Folk Songs
Chorus:
Oh, the pretty little gal, the sweet little gal, The gal I left behind me, With rosy cheeks and curly hair, The gal I left behind me.
If ever I travel this road again, And the angels they don't blind me, I'll reconcile and stay awhile With the gal I left behind me.
I'll cross Red River one more time, If the tears don't fall and drown me* A-weeping for that pretty little gal, The gal I left behind me.
I'll build my nest in a hollow tree, Where the cuckoos they won't find me, I'll go right back to see that gal, The gal I left behind me. |
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THAT PRETTY LITTLE GAL
If ever I git off this warpath And the Indians they don't find me, I'll go right back to see that gal, The gal I left behind me.
I could buy such girls as you For fifteen cents a dozen, But I'm going back tomorrow, And marry my country cousin.
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