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(Nelson) |
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Well, now boys, I've been to Bethlehem |
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Rode there on a big steam train |
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Lost two fingers in the steel mills |
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And I ain't goin' back again |
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(Cash) |
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I fought for my country |
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Lord knows, I did my best |
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Crawlin' 'cross some foreign field |
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They pinned a ribbon to my chest |
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(All) |
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So, pass around the bottle, boys, let's talk about old times |
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Like rollin' in this bowl of sin, here on the welfare line |
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(Nelson) |
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Served on the Georgia Road Gang |
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Couldn't pay the debts I owe |
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'Cause I'm not made of silver |
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And I ain't never seen no gold |
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(Cash) |
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I still remember Rachael |
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Soft as a velvet gown |
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They laid her in the pauper's grave |
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On the other side of town |
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(All) |
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So, pass around the bottle, boys, let's talk about old times |
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Like rollin' in this bowl of sin, here on the welfare line |
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(Jennings) |
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I know some folks are born of money |
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You know I wish them well |
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If the devil would ever want my soul |
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I swear I'd never sell |
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(All) |
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So, pass around the bottle, boys, let's talk about old times |
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Like rollin' in this bowl of sin, here on the welfare line |
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Pass around the bottle, boys, let's talk about old times |
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Like rollin' in this bowl of sin, here on the welfare line |
