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my girl sittin neath a big oak tree
i'll forget about you if you forget about hurtin me
it doesn't matter
oh no...it doesn't matter
young girl lookin for a place to cry
her lover's left her on the 4th of july
it doesn't matter
oh no, it doesn't matter
think of the good times baby when you and me
could get this town a runnin
the past adds up to nothin babe
but you and me were somethin
my songs fadin in the misty hills
they don't ring true
i guess they never will
it doesn't matter
oh no, it doesn't matter
me and my love cuddle up, a winter night
i think i'm gone as she turns out the light
it doesn't matter
oh no, it doesn't matter
all of the good times can't console me babe
and now i dream alone
the past adds up to nothin babe
i guess i'm gone
i guess i'm going home
think of the good times baby when you and me
could get this town a runnin
the past adds up to nothin babe
but you and me were somethin
let's remember just who we are
we once were brothers before it got this far
it doesn't matter
oh no, it doesn't matter
this can't be me, this can't be love
she's gettin in and i'm just gettin up
it doesn't matter
oh no, it doesn't matter
all of the good times can't console me babe
and now i dream alone
the past adds up to nothin babe
i guess i'm gone
i guess i'm going home
