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My best man, my best friend, |
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Told me to stop peddlin' |
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Gin |
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They even told me to keep my hands |
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Out people's pocket where their money was in |
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But I wouldn't listen or have any shame, |
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'long as someone else would take the blame |
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Now I can see it all come home to me |
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I'm sittin' in the jailhouse now |
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I mean, I'm in the jailhouse now |
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I done stop runnin' around with this one |
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And these good lookin' browns |
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Any time you see me, I was good time bound, |
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With this one, that one, most all in town |
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I'm in the jailhouse now, |
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I'm sittin' in the jailhouse now |
