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come all you good time peoplewhile |
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I've got money to spendtomorrow might be |
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Mondayand |
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I'd neither have a dollar nor a friendwell |
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I've got plenty of money in my pocketmy good time friends are aroundbut as soon as my pocketbook is emptynot a friend on this earth can be foundi wrote my little woman a letter good peopleand i told her i was in jailshe sent me back an answersayin honey |
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I'm a coming go your bailbut |
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I'm still walking roundthis old jail house this eveningforty dollars won't pay my finecorn whiskey has surrounded my body poor boyand my woman is troubling my mind |
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Lord my daddy told me a pretty good peopleand my momma she told me moresaid son if you don't quit your rowdy waysyou'll have trouble at your doorif it wasn't for heartaches and trouble good people |
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Lord i would not be here todayi will ramble this whole world overat home i cannot staygive me corn breadon the table when |
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I'm hungrysomething tall and cool when |
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I'm dryand a true loving woman to stand by mesweet heaven when i diego dig a hole in the meadow good peoplemake it deep in that cold cold groundthen gather around all you kind friendsand see this poor rounder go downand when |
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I'm dead and they buried mewith my pale face turned to the sunwill you stand around and moan little womanand think of the way you have done |
