And his hand it fell behind her
As his arm it reached around
And she looked out the window
And she watched the shade go down
It was a private conversation
No one heard her say
That the man she left behind her
Was two thousand miles away
Singing boy pick up that fiddle
We'll play that steel guitar
We'll find yourself a lady
And dance right where you are
There was a lonely girl from nowhere
With a smile all sweet with pain
Oh, and she never stopped to wonder
If she'd see him again
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