"As I sit down thinking for a while
My mind spread a thousand miles
Thinking about the sunshine
That dry my clothes on the line
Thinking about the rain
That goes pitter-patter on my window pane
And the sinful people who call "my lord" in vain
My mind keeps going on, on and on and on
As I sing my little song
thinkin´´bout my girl
Who has left me and gone "
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