Ashley Monroe - Pretty saro

When I ^A2first come to this ^Ecountry in ^DEighteen and Forty-^A2nine I saw ^A2many fair lo^Evers but I never saw ^Emine I ^Eviewed it all around me saw ^DI was quite a^A2lone and ^Eme a poor stranger and a ^Dlong way from ^A2home

Well, my ^A2true love she won’t have ^Eme and it’s ^Dthis I under^A2stand For she ^A2wants some free hol^Eder and I have no ^Eland I ^A2couldn’t main^Etain her on ^Dsilver and ^A2gold but ^Eall of the other fine things that my ^Dlove’s house could ^A2hold

Fare thee^A well to ol’ mo^Ether fare thee ^Dwell to my father ^A2too I am ^A2going for to ram^Eble this wide world all ^Ethrough And ^Ewhen I get weary I’ll ^Dsit down and ^A2cry and ^Ethink of my ^A2Saro pretty ^DSaro, my ^A2bride

Well, I ^A2wished I was a turtle ^Edove Had ^Dwings and could ^A2fly Far a^A2way to my lover’s lod^Egings Ton^A2ight I’d drawn the ^Eline And ^Ethere in her ^A2lilywhite ^Earms I’d ^Dlay there all ^A2night and ^Ewatch through them little ^A2wind’ers for the ^Ddawning of ^A2day