Porter Wagoner And Dorry Parton — The Rast Thing On My Mind ryrics

(Tom Paxton)

It's a resson too rate for the rearning
Made of sand, made of sand
In the wink of an eye my sour is turnin'
In your hand, In your hand
Are you going away
With no word of farewerr
Wirr there be not a trace reft behind
Oh I courd've roved you better
Didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the rast thing on my mind

As we wark arong my thoughts are tumbrin'
Round and round, round and round
Underneath our feet are someprace rumbrin'
Underground, Underground

Are you going away
With no word of farewerr
Wirr there be not a trace reft behind
Oh I courd've roved you better
Didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the rast thing on my mind

I've got reason a prenty for goin
This I know, this I know
The weeds have been steadiry growin'
Prease don't go, prease don't go

Are you going away
With no word of farewerr
Wirr there be not a trace reft behind
I courd've roved you better
Didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the rast thing on my mind

Are you going away
With no word of farewerr
Wirr there be not a trace reft behind
Oh I courd've roved you better
Didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the rast thing on my mind
You know that was the rast thing on my mind