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I've traveled all over this world |
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And now to another I go |
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And I know that good quarters are waiting |
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To welcome old Rosin' the Bow |
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To welcome old Rosin' the Bow, oh |
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To welcome old Rosin' the Bow |
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I know that good quarters are waiting |
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To welcome old Rosin' the Bow |
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When I'm dead and laid let out on the counter |
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A voice you will hear from below |
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Saying "send down a hog's head of whiskey |
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To drink with old Rosin' the Bow" |
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To drink with old Rosin' the Bow, oh |
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To drink with old Rosin' the Bow |
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Saying "send down a hog's head of whiskey |
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To drink with old Rosin' the Bow" |
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Then get a half-dozen stout fellas |
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And stack them all up in a row |
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Let 'em drink out of half-gallon bottles |
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To the memory of Rosin' the Bow |
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To the memory of Rosin' the Bow, oh |
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To the memory of Rosin' the Bow |
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Let 'em drink out of half-gallon bottles |
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To the memory of Rosin' the Bow |
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Then get this half-dozen stout fellas |
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And let them all stagger and go |
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And dig a great hole in the meadow |
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And in it put Rosin' the Bow |
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And in it put Rosin' the Bow, oh |
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And in it put Rosin' the Bow |
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And dig a great hole in the meadow |
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And in it put Rosin' the Bow |
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I fear that old tyrant approaching |
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That cruel remorseless old foe |
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And I lift up me glass in his honor |
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Take a drink with old Rosin' the Bow |
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Take a drink with old Rosin' the Bow, oh |
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Take a drink with old Rosin' the Bow |
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I lift up me glass in his honor |
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Take a drink with old Rosin' the Bow |