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Dear friends, I have a sad story |
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A very sad story to tell |
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I married a man for his money |
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And he's worse than the devil himself |
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I'll go and I'll get blue bleezing blind drunk |
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Just to give Mickey a warning |
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And just for to spite I'll stay out all night |
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And come rolling home drunk in the morning |
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When Mickey comes home in the evening |
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He knocks me all black and blue |
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He knocks me about from the kitchen |
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From the bedroom right through to the room |
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For of whiskey I ne'er was a lover |
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But what can a poor woman do |
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Oh I'll go and drown all my sorrows |
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But I wish I could drown Mickey too |
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I'll go and I'll get blue bleezing blind drunk... |
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Oh friends, I have a sad story |
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A very sad story to tell |
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I married a man for his money |
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And he's worse than the devil himself |
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I'll go and I'll get blue bleezing blind drunk... |
