p.2 Crooked Highway
There’s beauty in the silver, singin’ river. There’s beauty in the sunrise in the sky.
But none of these and nothin’ else can match the beauty that I remember in my true love’s eyes.
Only if my own true love was waitin’, and if I could hear her heart softly poundin’
Only if she was lying by me, I’d lie in my bed once a-gain.
Only if she was lying by me, I’d lie in my bed once a-gain oo
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