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The Old Grey Mayor
Ain't what you used to be many long years ago
I was standing by my window yesterday morning
Without a thought of worry or of care
When I heard the postman coming down the pathway
With such a happy smile and jaunty air
Oh, he rang the bell and whistled while he waited
He smiled at me and said, good morning, Jack
But he little knew the sorrow that he brought me
When he handed me that letter extra blank
As I heard the postman waiting
Whistling yesterday morning
Coming down the pathway with his pen
Oh, he little knew the sorrow that he brought me
When he handed me that letter extra blank
I met you in a small cafe way down in Mexico
The man said, good morning, Jack
The moment that I saw you
I knew I loved you so
But your fickle heart could never be true
And tear after tear
I keep running after you
Tear after tear
You got me crying all the time, dear
Time after time
Oh, you broke this heart of mine, dear
Wish I could hide on some distant shore
But tear after tear
I keep running back for more
Yes, tear after tear
I keep running back for more
Oh, you broke this heart of mine, dear
Oh, you broke this heart of mine, dear