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Molly be damned smote Jimmy the Harp |
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With a horrid little pistol and a lariat |
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Goin' to the bottom, goin' down the drain |
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Said she wasn't big enough to carry it |
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She got to get behind the Mule |
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In the morning and plow |
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She got to get behind the Mule |
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In the morning and plow |
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She got to get behind the Mule |
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In the morning and plow |
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She got to get behind the Mule |
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In the morning and plow |
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Choppity chop goes the axe in the woods |
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You gotta meet me by the fall down tree |
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Shovel of dirt upon a coffin lid |
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And I know they'll come lookin for me boys |
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And I know they'll come a-lookin for me |
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You got to get behind the Mule |
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In the morning and plow |
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You got to get behind the Mule |
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In the morning and plow |
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Get behind the Mule |
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In the morning and plow |
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You got to get behind the Mule |
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In the morning and plow |
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Big Jack Earl was 8'1 |
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He stood in the road and he cried |
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He couldn't make her love him |
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Couldn't make her stay |
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But tell the good Lord that he tried |
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Now, tell the good Lord that he tried |
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(Chorus) |
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Dusty trail from Atchison to Placerville |
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On the wreck of the Weaverville stage |
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Beaula fired on Beatty for a lemonade |
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I was stirring my brandy with a nail boys |
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Stirring my brandy with a nail |
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(Chorus) |
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Punctuated birds on the power line |
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In a Studebaker with the Birdie Joe Joaks |
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I'm diggin' all the way to China with a silver spoon |
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While the hangman fumbles with the noose, boys |
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The hangman fumbles with the noose |
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(Chorus) |