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A young cowboy named Billy Joe Grew restless on the farm A good boy filled with wanderlust Who really meant no harm He changed his clothes and shined his boots ... - I Don't Believe You've Met My Baby
Last night my dear, the rain was falling I went to bed so sad and blue Then I had a dream of you I dreamed, I was strolling in the evening Underneath the harve...
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