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I've grown tired, of the words of the single man |
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Hangin' lifeless on his every word -- o man |
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You don't understand dear man |
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The little angel held out her hand |
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Sayin' father, father i love you |
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O praise jesus i got her |
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Ok yeah billygoat an we'll play farm |
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I didn't mean to spirit stiff you |
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Nor to doy you no harm |
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You say you've got a bone to pick |
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Well, there's plenty showin' on me |
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Come on up yeah bring your temper boy |
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We'll see, we'll see |
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Yeah you may be the only one come on son |
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Bring your blade and your gun |
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And if i die by your hand |
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I've gotta home in glory land |
