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(Traditional) False hearts have been my downfall, pretty women have been my craze I know my false hearted lover she has sent me to my lonesome grave Baggy clothes dropping off my body and the wolves howling around my door May the man who stole my darling girl feel the bite of my forty-four Corn whiskey has wrecked my body and false love is on my mind I've searched this whole wide world over, pleasure on earth I cannot find When my earthly stay is over you can sink my dead body in the sea You can tell my false hearted lover that the waves will wash over me False hearts have been my downfall, pretty women have been my craze I know my false hearted lover, she has sent me to my lonesome grave From Letras Mania