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My name is John Johanna; |
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I came from Buffalo town |
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For nine long years I've traveled |
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this wide, wide world around |
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Through ups and downs and miseries, |
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and some good days I saw |
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But I never knew what misery was ' |
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til I went to Arkansas |
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I went up to the station, |
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the operator to find |
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Told him my situation |
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and where I wanted to ride |
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Said, "Hand me down five dollars, lad; |
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A ticket you shall draw |
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That'll land you safe by railway |
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in the state of Arkansas" |
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I rode up to the station |
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and chanced to meet a friend |
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Alan Catcher was his name |
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although they called him Cain |
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His hair hung down in rat tails |
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below his under-jaw |
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He said he run the best hotel |
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in the state of Arkansas |
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I followed my companion |
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to his respective place |
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Saw pity and starvation |
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was pictured on his face |
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His bread was old corn dodgers; |
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His beef I could not chaw |
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He charged me fifty cents a day |
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in the state of Arkansas |
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I got up that next morning |
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to catch that early train |
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He says, "Don't be in a hurry, lad; |
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I have some land to drain |
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You'll get your fifty cents a day |
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and all that you can chaw |
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You'll find yourself a different lad |
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when you leave old Arkansas" |
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I worked six weeks for the son of a gun; |
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Alan Catcher was his name |
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He stood seven feet two inches, |
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as tall as any crane |
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I got so thin on sassafras tea, |
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I could hide behind a straw |
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You bet I was a different lad |
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when I left old Arkansas |
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Farewell, you old swamp rabbits, |
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also you dodger pills |
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Likewise you walking skeletons, |
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you old sassafras eels |
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If you ever see my face again, |
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I'd hand you down my paw |
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I'd be looking through a telescope |
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from home to Arkansas |
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