In Natchitoches there was a brunette
I want to make her fortune.
I only have my Sundays to go see her.
I only have my Sundays to go see her.
br/>And one fine morning, I went,
I found her lying on her bed.
Sleep, beautiful, doze off.
Beautiful and my loves, I do not think that's up to you.
And if you have a suit to take,
Take it, the color of ashes.
Because it's the saddest color
For two lovers who live in languor.

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