| Oh, come on, Lilli. |
| The folks are all a waiting.
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| Oh, Paw, I never can get enough sleep around here.
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| There were tears in the crowded congregation
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| They had cried, ‘til they washed their faces clean
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| There was free lunch and beer and recreation
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| At the wedding of Lilli Marlene
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| Men who dated her for season after season
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| From Kentucky, Alabam, and Tennessee
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| Come from miles around, but only for one reason
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| Just to see who the sucker would be
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| From the kitchen you could smell the beans a baking
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| You could smell the possum frying far and wide
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| You could hear guitars and fiddles softly faking
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| The melody called here comes the bride
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| Down the aisle come old Paw in all his glory
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| A slowly dragging Lilli by the hand
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| But the groom he was already at the altar
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| He saw the shotgun in Paw’s other hand
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| Do you take this man to be your wedded husband
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| Said the parson in these words so pure and plain
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| I sure do, but there’s just one other question
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| What’s that Lilli?
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| Please, tell me, sir. |
| What is this here feller’s name
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| There were tears in the crowded congregation
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| When the wedding bells rang throughout the land
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| You could hear all the women folk a saying
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| Oh, Lilli’s finally got herself a man
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| (sound of shotgun)
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| I do.
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| Me too. |