Saturday, June 21, 2025

Up That Lonesome Hill

 

They all talk about that lonesome Hill…

They all talk about that lonesome Hill…

They all talk about that lonesome Hill…


I'm going up there sometime…

I'm going up there sometime…

I'm going up there sometime…

(Harmonica) 

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