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Way down in Virginia |
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Amongst the tall grown sugar canes |
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Lived a simple man and a dominique hen |
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And a rose of a different name. |
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Well, the first time I fell lightly |
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I was standing in the drizzling rain |
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With a trembling hand and a bottle of gin |
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And a rose of a different name. |
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Well, the devil made me do it the first time |
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The second time I done it on my own |
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Lord, put a handle on a simple handed man |
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And help me leave that black rose alone. |
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When the devil made that woman |
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Lord, she threw the pattern away |
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She was built for speed with the tools |
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You need to make a new fool every day. |
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Way down deep and dirty |
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On the darker side of shame |
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I caught a cane cuttin' man with a bottle of gin |
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With a rose of a different name. |
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The devil made me do it the first time |
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The second time I done it on my own |
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Lord, put a handle on a simple handed man |
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And help me leave that black rose alone. |
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The devil made me do it the first time |
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The second time I done it on my own |
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Lord, put a handle on a simple handed man |
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And help me leave that black rose alone... |
