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All my life I been poor boy son, |
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Scratchin' for my meat |
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I have been kicked in my teeth, |
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Till the blood run hot and sweet |
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I seen a lot of living my friend, |
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And this I will repeat, |
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Just because you knock a man down |
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Don't mean that you got hime beat |
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It's a shame, shame, shame |
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Baby it's a cryin' shame |
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Henry nearly killed me, |
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'Fore they hauled his ass in jail |
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Slapped me right across my face |
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With a flour sack full o' nails |
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Nearly broke my head in two |
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with his steel-toed boots |
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Shovin' all that money |
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Down the laundry chute |
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It's a shame, shame, shame |
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Baby it's a cryin' shame |
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Well, sweet little Mary Anne |
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With her make-up all a mess, |
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Picks herself up off the floor |
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Coughs and straightens her dress |
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Sayin' please, please daddy, can I |
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Have just a little bit more |
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I said sorry baby, but im headin' out |
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Somehow this town don't feel like home anymore |
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It's a shame, shame, shame |
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Baby it's a cryin' shame |
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I've seen a lot of living my friend, |
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And this i will repeat |
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Just because you knock a man down |
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Don't mean you got him beat |