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November Blue
November Blue
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John Wilcox
John Wilcox
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Dylan Lindemuth
Dylan Lindemuth
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Thomas Currey
Thomas Currey
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Dean Maddox
Dean Maddox
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Brodie Holifield
Brodie Holifield
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Alex Barcic
Alex Barcic
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Elijah Lacin
Elijah Lacin
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John Wilcox
John Wilcox
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John Wilcox
John Wilcox
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Dean Maddox
Dean Maddox
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Run away Betty, run away this time
You're far too pretty to be my type
Run away Betty, run away this time
Keep on going til you're outta my sight
I've heard it's wrong to be a single man
But I try to go fishing whenever I can
These couples around me ain't genuine
It's like chicken soup instead of medicine
So run away Betty run away if you can
For 22 years she held her head too high
She didn't even squint with the sun in her eyes
When she brought her flame to a waterfall
She must've thought It was made of alcohol
So run away Betty, run away from it all
When we first met, we didn't get along
No, I was too busy with my drinking songs
She thought I would change by the denouement
Little did she know she'd end up wrong
So run away Betty, back to Avalon
Now how can a man treat a woman so bad
They should all be shipped off to Stalingrad
Maybe they'll find love with there fellow comrades
But I don't think they're leaving, so you better had
So run away Betty from this world gone mad
Runaway Betty, ran away this time
She was far too pretty, she was far too kind
Runaway Betty ran away this time
Runaway Betty's still on my mind
Written by: Willie Wilcox
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