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Laid down last night, hopin' I would have my peace, eee |
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I laid down last night, hopin' I would have my peace, eee |
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But when I woke up, Tom Rushen1 was shakin' me |
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When you get in trouble, it's no use to screamin' and cryin', hmm |
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When you get in trouble, it's no use to screamin' and cryin', hmm |
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Tom Rushen will take you, back to the prison house flyin' |
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It were late one night, Halloway was gone to bed, hmm |
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It were late one night, Halloway was gone to bed, hmm |
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Mister Day2 brought whiskey taken from under Halloway's head |
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An' it's boozy booze, now, Lord, to cure these blues |
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It takes boozy boo', Lord, to cure these blues |
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But each day seems like years in the jailhouse where there is no boo' |
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I got up this mornin', Tom Day was standin' around |
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I got up this mornin', Tom Day was standin' around |
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If he lose his office now, he's runnin' from town to town |
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Let me tell you folksies just how he treated me |
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Let me tell you folksies just how he treated me |
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Aw, he caught me yellin', I was drunk as I could be |
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Note 1: Tom Rushen was the town sheriff of Merigold, Mississippi, around the time Patton recorded this song |
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Note 2: Tom Day had been the predecessor in office. This couplet undoubtedly remarks on the procedure of taking seized liquor to the county courthouse in order to establish proof of an illegal still. |
