come tomorrow i’ll be on my way back home
in the morning call from a roadside telephone
one night doesn’t mean the reast of my life
if i go it’s not impossible but possible is probably wrong
so, let go because i’m afraid to try
i’ll keep myhands by my side
i won’t come back
i hope someday you’ll understand i want to try
and make it right but dont’ know if i can
last night everything was right and the reain was gone
one summer night’s the only time we’ve known
so, shut your eyes and when you wake i’ll be gone
I’m A Loner Dottie, A Rebel
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