Music and Lyrics copyright Steven Mramor
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Sing the sweet old sad refrain about moving vans and midnight trains
All about the boy you left alone
And you won’t need to sing it twice
That would be too many lies, and baby I can make it on my own.
Leave out the part about the sorrow, the broken dreams and lost tomorrows
And the way our love is dead and gone.
Leave out the hope and endless fable
And somehow now I know I’m able to make it in this world and get along.
And in the night when that old lonesome whistle cries
Leave out a word or two about tears all in your eyes
Now you take the dew and keep the clover
Let’s get all this heartache over and baby I can make it on my own.
Then later on when wheels are rumbling down the track
Leave out a word or two about never looking back
You take the sage, I’ll take the nettle,
Let’s get all this heartache settled
And baby I can make it on my own, baby I can make it on my own
Then later on when memory’s fading in the night
Leave out a word or two about who was wrong or right
Now you take the hearts, I’ll take the flowers
We haven’t talked of love in hours and baby I can make it on my own
Baby I can make it on my own
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