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See what the boys in the backroom will have, |
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And tell them I'm having the same. |
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Go see what the boys in the backroom will have, |
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And give them the poison they name. |
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And when I die, don't spend my money |
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On flowers and my picture in a frame. |
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Just see what the boys in the backroom will have, |
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And tell them I sighed, |
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And tell them I cried, |
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And tell them I died of the same. |
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And when I die, don't buy a casket |
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Of silver with the candles all aflame |
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Just see what the boys in the backroom will have, |
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And tell them I sighed, |
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And tell them I cried, |
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And tell them I died of the same. |
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And when I die, don't pay the preacher |
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For speaking of my glory and my fame |
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Just see what the boys in the backroom will have, |
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And tell them I sighed, |
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And tell them I cried, |
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And tell them I died of the same |
