| I walked all the way from East Saint Louis
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| I never had but that one, one thin dime
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| I laid my head in a New York woman’s lap
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| She laid her little cute head in mine
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| She tried to make me bleed by the rattlings of her tongue
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| The sun would never, never shine
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| I pawned my sword and I pawned my chain
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| Well I pawned myself but I fell to shame
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| I tried to see you in the fall
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| When you didn’t have no man at all
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| I’d love to meet you in the spring when the bluebird’s almost ready to sing
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| Faree, honey, faree well
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| You can shake like a cannon ball, get out and learn that old Georgia crawl
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| Faree, honey, faree well
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| (play it boy…)
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| And I laid my head in a barroom door
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| And I can’t get drunk, drunk no more
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| Now if you can’t do the sugary get yourself on out of this house to me Faree, baby, faree well
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| I tried to see you in the spring when the bluebird’s almost ready to sing
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| Faree, honey, faree well
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| And I walked on back to East Saint Louis
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| Never had but that one, one thin dime |