Abilene
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Abilene, Abilene, prettiest town I’ve ever seen.
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- C7
women
there don’t treat you mean, in Abilene, my Abilene.
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1. I sit alone most every night, watch those trains roll out of sight,
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don’t
I wish they were carrying me back to Abilene, my Abilene?
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1
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2. Crowded city, ain’t nothing
free, nothin
in this town for me,
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wish to
the Lord that I could be in Abilene, sweet Abilene.
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Abilene, Abilene, prettiest town I’ve ever seen.
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F
women
there don’t treat you mean, in Abilene, my Abilene.
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F
+ Women there don’t treat you
mean, in Abilene, my Abilene.
(George Hamilton IV)