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Oh, can't you tell That I worry very well? Oh old friend, how I fret Things you wouldn't want to wrestle The hills below sloping Down to the beach And here's here's here's hoping Our young bodies will keep Oh, can't you tell That I worry very well? Old friend, how I fret Like you wouldn't want to know it So might you leave? Us all to grieve? Saying: So passed a man, So passed my darling Me and my brother Driving the truck Thinking whatever Smoking and such Oh mother, don't worry We are kids in the dust Oh mother, don't worry I am not like he was There're animals crossing And we're waving them on Patiently waiting, We are wishing them well From Letras Mania