Forty miles west of Kansas City I see Sharon and I see Jack Down a county road like a lonely soul It's me and roman weared in black, Tell my bride to bury me in stull... Don't be afraid, Don't be afraid, It's great I see Sharon and I see Jack Thirty-seven seventeen - six miles to stull In the dark I see the sign - six more miles to stull Tell my bride to bury me in stull... It's me and roman dressed in black, Don't be afraid, Don't be afraid, It's great Sixty-five, fifty, forty-four, thirty miles to go Forty miles west of Kansas City I see Sharon and I see Jack She said that she had come in white to meet me In the night I see the sign - six miles to stull It's me and roman weared in black, Don't be afraid, Tell my bride to bury me in stull... It's great Don't be afraid,
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