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And I never started to plow in my lifeThat some one did not stop in the roadAnd take me away to a dance or picnic.t I ended up with forty acres;t I ended up with a broken fiddle—And a broken laugh, and a thousand memories,And not a single regret.
And I never started to plow in my lifeThat some one did not stop in the roadAnd take me away to a dance or picnic.t I ended up with forty acres;t I ended up with a broken fiddle—And a broken laugh, and a thousand memories,And not a single regret.
