Dusty Old Dust (so Long It's Been Good To Know Yuh)

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    I've sung this song, but I'll sing it again,
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    of the place that I lived on the wild windy plains,
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    in the month called April, the county called Gray,
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    and here's what all of the people there say:

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"So long, it's been good to know yuh,
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so long, it's been good to know yuh,
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so long, it's been good to know yuh,
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this dusty old dust is a-gettin' my home,
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and I got to be driftin' along."

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    A dust storm hit, an' it hit like thunder,
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    it dusted us over, an' it covered us under,
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    blocked out the traffic an' blocked out the sun,
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    straight for home all the people did run, singin':

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    We talked of the end of the world, and then,
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    we'd sing a song an' then sing it again.
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    We'd sit for an hour an' not say a word,
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    and then these words would be heard:

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    Sweethearts sat in the dark and sparked,
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    they hugged and kissed in that dusty old dark.
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    They sighed and cried, hugged and kissed,
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    instead of marriage, they talked like this: "Honey..."

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    Now, the telephone rang, an' it jumped off the wall,
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    that was the preacher, a-makin' his call.
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    He said, "Kind friend, this may be the end,
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    an' you got your last chance of salvation of sin!"

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    The churches was jammed, and the churches was packed,
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    an' that dusty old dust storm blowed so black.
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    Preacher could not read a word of his text,
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    an' he folded his specs, an' he took up collection, said: