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Oh Uncle Lijiah, Uncle Lijiah |
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He's still alive |
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Oh Uncle Lijiah, Uncle Lijiah |
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A hundred and five |
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There was a time early in life |
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When he gambled to gain |
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And he carried a knife |
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And he was winnin' that very night |
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He cussed the devil, yes he cussed him good |
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He swore he'd lick 'em |
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Yes he swore he could |
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And he dared him to come to |
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Him if he would Yeah |
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CHORUS |
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It was early in the mornin' |
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When he got to bed |
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To rest his weary gamblin' head |
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When he heard the angry words |
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His pappy said |
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"Lijiah go and fetch some wood!" |
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He heard his words |
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And up he stood |
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Even tho it hurt he knew he should |
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CHORUS |
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Outside he heard the rattle of chains |
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And he ran from someone |
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He thought insane |
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As he heard the devil |
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Callin' out his name |
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The devil grabbed his suspenders well |
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And he trembled |
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As he felt the hand from hell |
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And he let out with a hairy yell |
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He jumped in bed with his |
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Maw and Paw |
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And he told 'em that |
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The devil was in Arkansas |
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And he told 'em he'd |
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Quit gamblin' |
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Or break the law |