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Well, I wished to the Lord I'd never been bornOr died when I was young'Fore I'd seen your pretty, brown eyesOr heard your fluttering tongue, oh LordHeard your fluttering tongueAnd I truly understandThat you love another manAnd your heart will no longer be mineI truly understandThat you love another manAnd your heart will no longer be mineWell, who's gonna shoe your pretty little foot?And who's gonna glove your hand?Who's gonna be your only true loveWhen I'm in the foreign land, loveWhen I'm in the foreign landAnd I truly understandThat you love another manAnd your heart will no longer be mineI truly understandThat you love another manAnd your heart will no longer be mineLetras de cancionesWell, Pop's gonna shoot my pretty, little footMama's gonna mow my handYou'll still be my only true loveWhen you return again, loveWhen you return againAnd I truly understandThat you love another manAnd your heart will no longer be mineI truly understandThat you love another manAnd your heart will no longer be mineWell, never listen to what another woman saysHer hair, be it black or brownRather be on the top of some hillWith the rain a-pouring down, downThe rain a-pouring downAnd I truly understandThat you love another manAnd your heart will no longer be mineI truly understandThat you love another manAnd your heart will no longer be mine From Letras Mania