Can't remember what I was thinkin' of
You might be spoilin' me too much, love,
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go.
Flowers on the hillside, bloomin' crazy,
Crickets talkin' back &forth in rhyme,
Blue river runnin' slow &lazy,
I could stay with you forever,
and never realize the time.
Situations have ended sad,
Relationships have all been bad.
Mine've been like Verlaine's and Rimbaud.
But there's no way I can compare,
all those scenes to this affair,
yer gonna make me lonesome when you go.
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