时间：2014-03-31
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Unloved and Unclaimed - Roy Acuff & His Smoky Mountain Boys
Written by：Vito Pallet
There is no loved one to weep over her
Not one tear did I see shed
For the lady they tooked from that muddy old river
No one ever came to claim their dead
She lay on the cold marble slab at the morque
Thousands viewed her but none knew her name
They will lay her to rest in potter's field this mourn
She will sleep there unloved and unclaimed
Inside the purse that she clutched in her hand
There is written blame no one but me
As I gave in her faced I couldn't help but think
What a cruel wicked place this world can be
That muddy old river
Has taking her life
And the colder will hold her remain
I pray when she richest
That pearly golden gate
She won't be unlove and unclaimed
She lay on the cold marble slab at the morque
Thousands viewed her but none knew her name
They will lay her to rest in potter's field this mourn
She will sleep there unloved and unclaimed
