| Oh help me, please doctor, I’m damaged
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| There’s a pain where there once was a heart
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| It’s sleepin, it’s a beatin'
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| Can’t ya please tear it out, and preserve it
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| Right there in that jar?
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| Oh help me, please mama, I’m sick’ning
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| It’s today that’s the day of the plunge
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| Oh the gal I’m to marry
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| Is a bow-legged sow
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| I’ve been soakin' up drink like a sponge
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| «Don't ya worry, get dressed,» cried my mother
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| As she plied me with bourbon so sour
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| Pull your socks up, put your suit on
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| Comb your long hair down
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| For you will be wed in the hour
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| So help me, please doctor, I’m damaged
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| There’s a pain where there once was a heart
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| I’m sleepin, it’s a beatin'
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| Can’t ya please take it out, and preserve it
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| Right there in that jar?
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| Oh help me, please doctor, I’m damaged
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| There’s a pain where there once was a heart
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| It’s sleepin, it’s a beatin'
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| Can’t ya please tear it out, and preserve it
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| Right there in that jar?
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| I was tremblin', as I put on my jacket
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| It had creases as sharp as a knife
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| I put the ring in my pocket
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| But there was a note
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| And my heart it jumped into my mouth
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| It read, «Darlin', I’m sorry to hurt you
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| But I have no courage to speak to your face
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| But I’m down in Virginia with your cousin Lou
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| There be no wedding today.»
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| So help me, please doctor, I’m damaged
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| You can put back my heart in its hole
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| Oh mama, I’m cryin'
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| Tears of relief
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| And my pulse is now under control |