| I got a letter from my home
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| All of my schoolmates, they’re dead an’gone
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| It’ll make you worry
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| It’ll make you wonder 'bout days to come
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| My mother used to talk to me
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| I was young and foolish, Brownie could not see
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| Now, I have no mother, my sisters
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| And my brothers, they don’t care for me
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| Mama used to fall on her knees an' pray
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| These are the words, mother, she used to say
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| She would say: «Brownie, wha-oh
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| My son, please change your way»
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| Now, I’m goin' to change my way
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| I’m growin' older each and every day
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| When I was young and foolish
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| I was so easy, easy to let
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| I was a gambler and a cheater, too, now
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| It’s come my turn to lose
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| This ole sportin' life
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| Got the best hand, what can I do?
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| There ain’t but one thing Brownie done wrong
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| I liv’d that ole sportin' life too long
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| Friends, it’s no good, please believe me
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| Please leave it alone |