| As I’m walkin' behind this plow
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| I keep turnin' over memories
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| Buried treasure of a past once filled with you
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| This old ground I know it’s mine
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| And I’ve worked it so many times
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| And the rain it’s been praying for
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| Is falling from my eyes
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| Waiting for the settin' sun
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| When a hard day’s work is done
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| We’d sit down and rock the baby
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| And plan our dreams
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| But you turned it all around
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| With this other man you found
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| And you never thought I’d figure out your scheme
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| And there’s buried treasure
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| Hidden in the ground
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| Precious memories of a love
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| That lived and died
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| You couldn’t be the simple wife
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| You had to lead the cheatin' life
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| And you led me down a road I hate to ride
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| Now the neighbors they all knew
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| They had seen him leave with you
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| But what they didn’t see
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| Was I followed close behind
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| And the next day’s paper read
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| That a man had been found dead
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| And the lady he’d been seen with
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| That can’t find
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| And there’s buried treasure
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| Hidden in the ground
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| Precious memories of a love
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| That lived and died
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| You couldn’t be the simple wife
|
| You had to lead the cheatin' life
|
| And you led me down a road I hate to ride
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| As I’m walkin' behind this plow
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| I keep turning over memories
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| Buried treasure of a past once filled with you
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| This old ground I know it’s mine
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| And I’ve worked it so many times
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| And the rain it’s been praying for
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| Is falling from my eyes |