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I was raised but a rambling boy |
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Too many a city I did enjoy |
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And there I married me a pretty little wife |
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And I loved her dearer than I love my life |
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She was pretty both neat and gay |
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She caused me rob the road highway |
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I robbed it yes I do declare |
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I made myself ten thousand there |
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Plenty dry goods for to carry me through |
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My pistol swore like money too |
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My forty four she never failed |
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My true love come for to go my bale |
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My mother said she has no home |
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My sister said she's all alone |
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My wife she's left with sad despair |
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With a broken heart and a baby there |
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Now when I die don't bury me at all |
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Just place me away in alcohol |
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My forty four lay by my feet |
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Please tell them I am just asleep |
