| What did ya do, L'il Angel Reb? Copyright Alice E. Steimle - 2003 |
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| A long time ago, I made a promise I'd keep I wouldn't laugh, nor would I weep I tried real hard and that promise I kept Until one night I woke to find I'd wept Don't cut those curls, and keep your hair long Always remember that you are strong There are no if's, and there isn't a but Promise me, Darlin' your hair you won't cut |
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| I kept that promise, but I was getting old All these locks were losing their hold Why did I promise him; perhaps it was love Now I know he's watching me from above The weather was cold, but then it got hot I just had to do it before I forgot Too much to do, and people coming down I wouldn't laugh, nor would I frown |
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| I just had to do it, I couldn't wait I didn't want to be early nor late Then I sat quietly in the chair Hoping for just a breath of fresh air Nerves were all tangled, and I was so frail Thought I'd rather go to the County jail At least there I'd get three square meals I didn't want to leave any trail |
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