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[Verse 1]
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  There was a story in the San Francisco Chronicle that of course I forgot to save
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but it was about a lady  who lived in the 'good old days'.   When a century was born
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  and a century had died   and about these 'good old days',   the old lady replied.
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  "Why they were just a lot of people doing the best they could". "Just a lot of people doing
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the best they could" and then the lady said that they did it, "pretty up and walking good".
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What ever happened to those faces in the old photographs?   I mean, the little boys. Boys?
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Hell, they were men who stood knee deep in the Johnstown mud in the time of that terrible flood and they
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listened to the water,   that awful noise   and then they put away the dreams that belonged to little boys.

[Chorus]
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    And the sun is going down for Mister Bouie
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as he's singing with his class of nineteen-two.
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Oh, mother country, I do love you.
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Oh, mother country, I do love you.

[Verse 2]
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I knew a man named E.A. Stuart,   spelled S.T.U.A.R.T and he owned some of the finest horses
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that I think I've ever seen. And he had one favorite, a champion,   the old Campaigner
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  and he called her "Sweetheart On Parade".   And she was easily the finest horse
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that the good Lord ever made but old E.A. Stuart, he was going blind and he said
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"Before I go, I gotta drive her one more time".
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  So people came from miles around   and they stood around the ring   but no one said a word,
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you know, no one said a thing   and here they come, E.A. Stuart in the wagon right behind
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  sitting straight and proud   and he's driving her stone blind   and would you look at her.
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  Oh, she never looked finer   or went better than today,   it's E.A. Stuart   and the old Campaigner,
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  "Sweetheart On Parade". And the people cheered.   Why I even saw a grown man break right down and cry
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  and you know it was just a little while later   that old E.A. Stuart died.

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     And the sun it is going down for Mister Bouie
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as he's singing with his class of nineteen-two.
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Oh, mother country, I do love you.
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Oh, mother country, I do love you.