Well I tried to make it Sunday but I got so damned depressed
That I set my sights on Monday and I got myself undressed
I ain't ready for the alter, but I do believe there's times
When a woman sure can be a friend of mine                      

Well I keep on thinkin bout you sister golden hair surprise
That I just can't live without you can't you see it in my eyes
I've been one poor correspondent, I've been too too hard to find
But it doesn't mean you ain't been on my mind                  

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         Will you meet me in the middle will you meet me in the end
         Will you love me just a little just enough to show you care
         Well I tried to fake it I don't mind saying I just can't make it

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Well I keep on thinkin bout you sister golden hair surprise
That I just can't live without you can't you see it in my eyes
I've been one poor correspondent, I've been too too hard to find
But it doesn't mean you ain't been on my mind                  

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