.Hey yonder by the depot where trains donât run no more
Singing just as softly as the cotton dress she wore
Blonde hair all in tangles and sandals in the dirt
She sits with her guitar a strumminâ, waitinâ on the coming of the Hummingbird
Chorus:
Oh come sweet child, ainât n.
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