| Once again I’m denied my choice.
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| Once around the stump, then twice across the ceiling,
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| now eight times over Miss October is out for me.
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| Believe me when I tell you she’s all about destruction.
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| It’s just about enough to make a grown man cry.
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| Good God Almighty we was panning for gold
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| down at the banks of mighty Colorado,
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| when all of a sudden came an awful sound;
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| ten thousand buffalo were running us down.
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| Once again I’m denied my joy.
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| Sieves and peas, oh Lord, oh Lord!
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| Thunder and lightning at a feverish pitch.
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| Must be the workings of the Old West Witch.
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| I crossed her once when I was just a youth.
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| Been scared stiff ever since, to tell you the truth.
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| Once again I’m denied my joy.
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| Sieves and peas, oh Lord, oh Lord!
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| She went once around the stump, then twice across the ceiling,
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| now eight times over Miss October is out for me.
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| Believe me when I tell you she’s all about the voodoo.
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| and all the things I’m losing when I pay no mind.
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| Get off on the good foot and start another day.
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| Maybe head for Hazel, California.
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| Oh, but sooner or later she’ll go to town
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| sure as the Earth runs around and around.
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| Again I’m denied my joy.
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| Sieves and peas, oh Lord!
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| At the side of the road
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| a bundle of twine,
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| and on it I found a note.
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| It read, «You'll be running until the end of time.»
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| She went once around the stump, then twice across the ceiling,
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| now eight times over Miss October is out for me.
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| Believe me when I tell you she’s all about destruction.
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| It’s just about enough to make a grown man cry. |