| Sadness come to my house
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| With a stinking bouquet
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| Smiled with her thin gray lips
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| And said, «Honey, I’m home to stay.»
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| And I said
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| «Go away and leave me alone
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| Go away and leave me.»
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| She handed me rotgut whiskey
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| And a lit cigarette
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| Danced all around my room and said
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| «Are we having fun yet?»
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| She took off her party dress
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| And her tear stained brassiere
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| Came so close I could smell her
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| And said «Kiss me here and here.»
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| She lay down on my bed
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| And open her thin legs
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| Raised up her arms and said
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| «Honey, I ain’t too proud to beg.»
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| She said, «Don't you remember
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| What you did to that one, to the other one, too?
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| Well, I’ve just come to do exactly
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| The very same thing to you.»
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| I said, «I'm gonna get out my shotgun
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| I’m gonna get out my Bowie knife —
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| And if you don’t clear on outta here
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| I’ll kill you within an inch of your life.»
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| She said, «Honey, I’ve come to love you
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| I’m gonna hook you 'til you burn —
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| And then I’ll go and you will never know
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| Just when I may return.»
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| I will go out in the mountains
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| Way out in the desert somewhere
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| Where the sun shines down on rocks and bushes
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| And there ain’t no Sadness there |