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Yonder come Miss Rosie, how in the world do you know |
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Well I know by the apron and the dress she wore |
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Well an umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand |
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Well I'm gonna ask the governor, he turn a-lose a-my man |
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Let the midnight special, shine the light on me |
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Let the midnight special, shine the ever-lovin' light on me |
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When you get up in the mornin', when that big bell ring |
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You go and march to the table, see the same damn thing |
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Knife and fork are on the table, there's nothin' in my pan |
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And if you say anything about it, havin' trouble with the man |
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Well I went to the nation and to the territo(ry) |
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Well I thought about the girl I love, in that Mexico |
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If you ever go to Houston, oh you better walk right |
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And you better not squallow and you better not fight |
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Sheriff Rocko will arrest you, Eddie Boone will take you down |
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You can bet your bottom dollar, penitentiary bound |
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Well jumpin' little Judy, she was a mighty fine girl |
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Well Judy brought jumpin' to this whole round world |
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Well she brought it in the mornin', just a while before day |
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She brought me the news, that my wife was dead |
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That started me to grievin', then hollerin' and a-cryin' |
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Then I had to give the worry about a been a long time |