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ANOTHER LONELY NIGHT Now what would a country song be like without at least the word of sin, So pick that guitar one last strike and let another lonely night begin. Kathleen said it is a miracle that she can pick and sing but I think she is just lyrical, Her words have a country ring. She sings of cheaters, of lost souls and of the devils evil work, How losers fall into lost holes down where the demons lurk. Now what would a country song be like without at least the word of sin, So pick that guitar one last strike and let another lonely night begin. On she sings about loosing a love, Of mending broken hearts, Then asks for help from above before a new love starts. After these words of sadness sung, On her face I see a grin as the next I hear on the air hung a mention of the word sin. Now what would a country song be like without at least the word of sin, So pick that guitar one last strike and let another lonely night begin. ![]()
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