| I gotta gal that’s mighty sweet
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| With blue eyes and tiny feet
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| Her name is Rosabelle Magee
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| And she tips the scale at three o three
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| Oh gee, but ain’t it grand to have a girl
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| So big and fat that when you hug her
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| You don’t know where you’re at
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| You have to take a piece of chalk in your hand
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| And hug a way and chalk a mark
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| To see where you began
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| One day when I was a huggin' and a chalkin'
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| And a chalkin' and a huggin' a way
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| When I met another fella with some chalk in his hand
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| Comin' around the other way 'round the mountain
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| Comin' around the other way
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| Nobody ever said I’m weak
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| My bones don’t ache and my joints creak
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| But I, I grow absolutely limp
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| Every time I kiss my baby blimp, oh
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| One day I had a yen for some one leaner, she was meaner than a
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| Mink in a pen. |
| So I left her now I’m happy as a fella could be
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| Huggin' and chalkin' in once a gain 'round my Rosie
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| Huggin' and chalkin' in once again
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| One day I was a huggin' and a chalkin' and a beggin' her to be my bride
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| When I met another fella with some chalk in his hand |
| Comin' a round the other side of the mountain
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| Comin' around the other side |