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Words and music by hank williams, sr.
We [am] met in the springtime when blossoms unfold
The pastures were green and the [e7] meadows were [am] gold
Our love was in flower as summer grew on
Her love like the leaves now has [e7] withered and [am] gone.
The roses have faded, there's frost at my door
The birds in the morning don't [e7*] sing any-[am] more
The grass in the valley is starting to die
And out in the darkness the [e7] whippoorwills [am] cry.
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A-[f] lone and forsaken by [c] fate and by man
Oh, lord, if you hear me please [am] hold to my hand
Oh, [e7] please under-[am] stand.
Oh, where has she gone to, oh, where can she be
She may have forsaken some other like me
She promised to honor, to love and obey
Each vow was a plaything that she threw away.
The darkness is falling, the sky has turned gray
A hound in the distance is starting to "bay"
I wonder, i wonder - what she's thinking of
Forsaken, forgotten - without any love.
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