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Ten yeGars ago on a cold dark night
There Dwas somD7eone shot 'neathC the town Ghall light
FGew were at the scene but they all agree
ThatD the man did D7the shooting lookCed a lot Glike me
The judge said "Son, what is your alibi
If you were somewhere else you won't have to die"
I spoke not a word, though it meant my life
For I'd been in the arms of my best friends wife
SheC walks tGhese hills iCn a loD7ng blaGck veil
SheC visitGs my grave whileC the nD7ight winGds wail
Nobody B7knows, Cnobody Gsees,
A7Nobody kD7nows but Gme
The scaffold was high, and eternity near
She stood in the crowd, but she shed not a tear
But sometimes late at night, when the cold wind moans
She visits my grave, and she cries o'er my bones
Chorus
Glenn Estes,Accounting Manager| My opinions do not reflect those of
B Levy & Son | my employer, unless he happens to be right.
Scranton,PA USA SOL III |
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