Cora is Gone Wind through the night blowing so lonesome Singing to me her song; The old whippoorwill whispers this warning Pretty girls have hearts made of stone. cho: I awake with the blues at dawn My darling Cora is gone, I don't know why she told me goodbye But my darling Cora is gone. I bought her a ring to wear on her finger Purchased her raiment so fine, Gave her my last green-back dollar And now she has left me behind. Drifting along like brush on a river Caring not where I may roam, Going to live in the deep forest Dark hollows will be my new home. RG oct96
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