Barton Lee Hazlewood (July 9, 1929 – August 4, 2007) was an American country and pop singer, songwriter, and record producer, most widely known for his work with guitarist Duane Eddy during the late 1950s and singer Nancy Sinatra in the 1960s and 1970s. Hazlewood had a distinctive baritone voice that added a resonance to his music. His collaborations with Nancy Sinatra as well as his solo output in the late 1960s and early 1970s have been praised
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DCGD I know this dress I'm wearing doesn't hide the secret I have tried concealing CGD When he left he promised me that he'd be back by the time it was revealing CD The sun behind a cloud just casts the crawling shadow O'er the fields of clover CGD And time is running out for me I wish that he would hurry down from Dover
I’ve been gone so long when I left the snow was deep upon the ground And she has seen the spring and summer come and now the leaves are turning brown Ant any time a tiny face will show itself, the waiting's almost over But she won't have any name to give it if I don't hurry down from Dover
My folks weren't understanding when they found out sent me from the home place My daddy said if folks found out he'd be ashamed to ever show his face My momma said I was a fool, she did not believe it when I told her That everything would be alright for soon he would be coming down from Dover
D#C#G#D# She loved me more than anything, she could not refuse me when I needed me C#G#D# She was the only one I'd loved and she did not believe that I was using her C#D# He couldn't leave me here like this, I know it can't be so it can't be over C#G#D# I wouldn't make me go through this alone, I will be coming down from Dover
My body aches, the time is here, it's lonely in this place where I'm lyin' Our baby has been born but something's wrong, It's much too still hear no cryin' I guess in some strange way she knew she'd never have father's arms to hold her And dying was her way of telling me he wasn't coming down from Dover