The tall weeds laid flat down On the hard flat Kansas ground And a sad song in her head Kept goin' 'round She barely even knew his name But she liked
The tall weeds lay flat down On the hard flat Kansas ground. And a sad song in her head, Kept goin' round. She barely even knew his name, But she liked
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