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where did you sleep last night

Algún día aprenderé a pronunciar wind, pero no sé cuándo.

My girl, my girl don’t lie to me
tell me where did you sleep last night?
in the pines, in the pines
where the sun don’t ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through

My girl, my girl where will you go
I’m going where the cold wind blows
in the pines, in the pines
where the sun do not ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through

Her husband was a hard working man
Just about a mile from here
his head was found in a driving wheel
but his body never was found

my girl my girl don’t lie to me
tell me where did you sleep last night?
in the pines, in the pines
where the sun don’t ever shine
I would shiver the whole night throught

my girl, my girl where will you go
I’m going where the cold wind blows
in the pines, in the pines
where the sun do not ever shine
I would shiver the whole night throught

My girl, my girl don’t lie to me
tell me where did you sleep last night?
in the pines, in the pines
where the sun don’t ever shine
I would shiver the whole night throught
My girl, my girl where will you go
I’m going where the cold wind blows
in the pines, in the pines
where the sun don’t ever shine
I would shiver throught the night whole throught…

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