| I’m going to get me a brand new pistol: with a long shiny barrel
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| I’m going to ramble this town over: until I find my girl
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| I’m going to go to the station: and try to find her there
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| And if the Lord has not got her: she’s in this world somewhere
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| She left me with a head full of trouble: and a head full of misery
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| And now she’s got me crying: baby please come back home to me
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| My mother told me: don’t you weep don’t you moan
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| Because son there’ll be women here: when you dead and gone
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| When I get through rambling: and looking this whole world through
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| I won’t be dead with trouble: you know I died to *lose* |