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Oh the cuckoo she's a pretty bird, |
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And she warbles as she flies. |
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And she never holler cuckoo, |
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'Til the 4th day of July. |
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Jack of Diamonds Jack of Diamonds, |
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Well I've known you of old. |
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Well you've robbed my poor pockets, |
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Of the silver and the gold. |
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I'm goin up up on a mountain, |
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I' m gonna build me a whiskey still. |
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And I'll sell you one bottle, |
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For a twenty dollar-bill. |
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I'm going up upon a hillside, |
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And I'm gonna stand lookin' down. |
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So I can see my little baby, |
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Whenever she is walking around. |
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Oh the cuckoo she's a pretty bird, |
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And she warbles as she flies. |
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Well she brings us glad tidings, |
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And she never tells no lies. |
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Jack of Diamonds Jack of Diamonds, |
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You're the meanest card I know. |
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Well you robbed my poor pockets, |
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And you nearly stole my soul. |
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Well, I'll eat, when I'm hungry, |
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And I'll drink, when I'm dry. |
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And if some woman don't shoot me, |
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Then I'll live a long time. |
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Ohh-hoo Ohh-hoo Ohh-hoo Ohh-hoo |
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Ohh-hoo Ohh-hoo Ohh-hoo Ohh-hoo. |
