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Griffith Nanci The Last Of The True Believers

That the tears won't roll again [Chorus:] Last of the true believers Have you grown weary all alone? You could go home again...home again...home Last of the true believers

(By Nanci Griffith & Bobby Nelson) How I wish that you would call... we have not spoken since last fall Now that smokey conversation's come and gone

Rita was sixteen years... hazel eyes and chestnut hair She made the Woolworth counter shine Eddie was a sweet romancer, and a darn good dancer They'd

Well, I work this corner from eleven to five The hands get cold around midnight You're askin' me if I've got the time... well I don't know But you're

We walk along the Hudson when it snows here in Manhattan Seems we've lived our lives so out of place You touch my cheek and I do wonder how this happened

I'm goin' back where my garden blooms all year Where the wintertime speaks softly in the fallin' rain I'm goin' back to my green eyed lover there And

My friends think I'm crazy and maybe it's true 'cuz I'll go on and love you this way Though I have discovered that you love another And hardly remember