| Look over yonder wall
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| Hand me down my walking cane
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| Look over yonder wall, baby
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| Hand me down my walking cane
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| Because I’m looking out your window
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| And, baby, yonder come your man
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| I know your man been to Vietnam, baby
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| I know he had it kinda rough
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| I don’t know how many mens he killed
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| But I think, I think he done killed enough
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| Look over yonder wall, woman
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| Hand me down my walking cane
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| Yes, I’m looking out your window
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| And baby, yonder come your man
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| I love you, baby
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| I just can’t help myself
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| I wouldn’t mistreat you, baby
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| Yes, for anyone else
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| But look over yonder wall, baby
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| Hand me down my walking cane
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| Yes, I’m looking out your window
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| And baby, yonder come your man |