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(kinky friedman)



From a friend of yours in texas

Whos had a little trouble finding love.

Im considered quite attractive

And Ive always been quite active at the club.

But the life I leads so lonesome

That I wonder, abbie, if youve ever known

What its like to live in others dreams

And never have a dream to call your own.

Theres a divorcee in dallas,

Theres a girl whos much too young in idaho.

London bridge is falling down

And the clergyman is out of town

And theres a daughter no one wants in buffalo.

And Im wondering bout america,

Wondering if we lost more than the war.

Im just wondering if theres any silver lining left

Behind the golden door.



And dear abbie, abbie I just had to write.

Dear abbie, abbie is there any love in sight ?



Well, the last time that I saw you

You were living at the old chelsea hotel.

Even though its been a while, hell

Even now it makes me smile

To think of how you tennis-shoed the bill.

And it seems like only yesterday

You fell off of the sea-saw and you cried

And your daddy lit the fireworks

In the backyard on the fourth day of july.



And dear abbie, abbie I just had to write,

Dear abbie, abbie, where are you tonight ?

(kinky friedman)



From a friend of yours in texas

Whos had a little trouble finding love.

Im considered quite attractive

And Ive always been quite active at the club.

But the life I leads so lonesome

That I wonder, abbie, if youve ever known

What its like to live in others dreams

And never have a dream to call your own.

Theres a divorcee in dallas,

Theres a girl whos much too young in idaho.

London bridge is falling down

And the clergyman is out of town

And theres a daughter no one wants in buffalo.

And Im wondering bout america,

Wondering if we lost more than the war.

Im just wondering if theres any silver lining left

Behind the golden door.



And dear abbie, abbie I just had to write.

Dear abbie, abbie is there any love in sight ?



Well, the last time that I saw you

You were living at the old chelsea hotel.

Even though its been a while, hell

Even now it makes me smile

To think of how you tennis-shoed the bill.

And it seems like only yesterday

You fell off of the sea-saw and you cried

And your daddy lit the fireworks

In the backyard on the fourth day of july.



And dear abbie, abbie I just had to write,

Dear abbie, abbie, where are you tonight ?

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