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GI look at my brown suitcase GAnd think of all the places that I've Dbeen, DRailroad yards and prison guards, All the D7dumpy little towns along the Gstem GAnd the whispering of the people GAs they watch every move that I go Dthrough; I remember D7all those things, Mostly I remember loving Gyou.
I reG7member loving Cyou, Back when the world was Gnew, And I think you loved me Dtoo, I remD7ember loving Gyou
GThe buckskin smells so the people tell GAs we huddled in the boxcar from the Drain; DFlashing lights that cut the night, The railroad D7bull that pulled us off the Gtrain, GWhen the winter's cold and the Norther blows GI'm huddled in the corner 'til I'm Dblue; I remember D7all these things, Mostly I remember loving Gyou.
I reG7member loving Cyou, Back when the world was Gnew, And I think you loved me Dtoo, I reD7member loving Gyou
GWinter streets where the frozen sleet GComes soaking through the cardboard in my Dshoes, DWhere the promised land might be a place Where a man could D7find free cigarettes and Gbooze, GAnd the alleyways full of ragged strays, GThe doorway wine I tell my troubles Dto, I remember aD7ll these things, Mostly I remember loving Gyou.
I reG7member loving Cyou, Back when the world was Gnew, And I think you loved me Dtoo, I reD7member loving Gyou
I reG7member loving Cyou, Back when the world was Gnew, And I think you loved me Dtoo, I remD7ember loving Gyou