Chester See - Cups Lyrics
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Cups
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What Are The Lyrics For Cups By Chester See?
I've got my ticket for the long way 'round
Two bottle whiskey for the way And I sure would like some sweet company And I'm leaving tomorrow, what d'you say? When I'm gone, when I'm gone You're gonna miss me when I'm gone You're gonna miss me by my hair You're gonna miss me everywhere, oh You're gonna miss me when I'm gone When I'm gone, when I'm gone You're gonna miss me when I'm gone You're gonna miss me by my walk You're gonna miss me by my talk, oh You're gonna miss me when I'm gone I've got my ticket for the long way 'round The one with the prettiest of views It's got mountains, it's got rivers It's got sights to give you shivers But it sure would be prettier with you When I'm gone, when I'm gone You're gonna miss me when I'm gone You're gonna miss me by my walk You're gonna miss me by my talk, oh You're gonna miss me when I'm gone When I'm gone, when I'm gone You're gonna miss me when I'm gone You're gonna miss me by my hair You're gonna miss me everywhere, oh You're sure gonna miss me when I'm gone When I'm gone, when I'm gone You're gonna miss me when I'm gone You're gonna miss me by my walk You're gonna miss me by my talk, oh You're gonna miss me when I'm gone |
Who Wrote Cups By Chester See?
A. P. Carter, Heloise Maud Tunstall-behrens, Luisa Amanda Gerstein Vallejo
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What's The Duration Of The Cups By Chester See?The duration of Cups is 2:33 minutes and seconds. |
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