| Here eyes was red, her name was Helen*
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| Her head looked like a water-melon
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| Her hair was long, she had a Toni
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| Her neck looked like a roll of bal-loney.
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| Her teeth stuck out so fer, she didn’t have much sense
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| She could gnaw an ear of corn right thru' a picket fence
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| Our marriage license cost a quarter
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| On the TENNESSEE BORDER.
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| One night I took her out to see what we could see
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| Just then I saw her husband, and he stood six-foot three
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| He had brass knuckles — all made to order
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| Now my teeth are scattered on the TENNESSEE BORDER.
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| Her was red, her name was Hann-er
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| Her nose looked like a big banan-er
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| She weighs so much he had some trouble
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| He thought that he was seein' double.
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| He put his arm around her and he tried to hug her
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| But he couldn’t get close enough
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| 'Cause she had too much blubber
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| She was too fat, he couldn’t court her
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| Now she wears a girdle 'round her TENNESSEE BORDER.
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| One night I took her out just across the line
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| She stubbed her toe and fell in a barrel of turpen-tine
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| «Young man», (Huh?), «young man», (Huh!),
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| «Where is my daughter?»
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| «Well, the last time I see’d her
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| She was tearin' across the TENNESSEE BORDER.» |