| I was raised in the Sallisaw Hills
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| Momma stayed at home and daddy worked the fields
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| We was always living just like the rest
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| But back then it was only living at best
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| I was 18, well I left home
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| For a tent colony up in Colorado
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| Good pay for men mining up the coal
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| At the end of the day we were just digging holes
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| Oh Roberta Jean I don’t feel much like dancing
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| Wish to God you’d just leave me alone
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| Got the feeling that I don’t need no one around
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| I’m gonna go to the river, I’m gonna lay my burdens down
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| Then one night I was hanging with the gang
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| Half past ten and the messenger came
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| Daddy was a-calling from the panhandle line
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| Telling me that my momma had died
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| Two months later in the Ludlow camp
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| The union ran deep and a strike was planned
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| Baby you know how these things end
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| When a whisper is a shout and a handshake is a fist
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| Oh Roberta Jean I don’t feel much like dancing
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| Wish to God you’d just leave me alone
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| Got the feeling that I don’t need no one around
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| I’m gonna go to the river, I’m gonna lay my burdens down put them into ground
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| Took a bullet in the arm and I was through with it
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| The death special rolled in, I just split
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| Gambling up your life just to work it away
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| Ain’t worth the blood on your hands and the $ 2 pay
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| Took the clothes on my back and I headed out East
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| Working on the docks and reveling in the streets
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| Got mixed up with another man’s wife
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| Was on the killing end of a Colt .45
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| Oh Roberta Jean I don’t feel much like dancing
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| Wish to God you’d just leave me alone
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| Got the feeling that I don’t need no one around
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| I’m gonna go to the river, I’m gonna lay my burdens down
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| So wash me as white as the snow
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| As pure as the lamb
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| Shroud me in the cloth, oh Lord
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| Take me as I am, oh as I am |