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I Know I'll Get Over You Soon Copyright©2003,
Michael S. Robinson The
summer is gone and the weather's turned cold, and
I've noticed the signs of a man growin' old... Lotsa
gray hair and wrinkles and a might-slower pace, but
it always was spring, with your sweet cowgirl face. You
said that you loved me, but didn't belong, with
me, singin' the chorus, you, a verse of the song... that
the love was all right, but the timin' was wrong, and
you knew it was time to be movin' along. Chorus:
Well, I'll cry for a while, like a forsaken child, and
ride empty nights, with the man in the moon, see
your face in the clouds, over each lonely mile, but
I know I'll get over you soon. Well,
I shoulda known that a rangy ol' bull don't
belong with no heifer, that's fresh outa school. You
were thinkin' of babies; I was
thinkin' a friend, to
love and be with me, clear through to the end. But
love, with bad timin's, turned out just a curse. While
I sang the chorus, you were on the first verse. And
though you made vows for the better or worse, I
can see you were right. It was
wrong, from the first. Chorus:
Well, I'll cry for a while, like a forsaken child, and
ride empty nights, with the man in the moon, see
your face in the clouds, over each lonely mile,
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