| See what the boys in the backroom will have
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| And tell them I’m having the same
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| Go see what the boys in the backroom will have
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| And give them the poison they name
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| And when I die, don’t spend my money
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| On flowers and my picture in a frame
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| Just see what the boys in the backroom will have
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| And tell them I sighed
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| And tell them I cried
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| And tell them I died of the same
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| And when I die, don’t buy a casket
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| Of silver with the candles all aflame
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| Just see what the boys in the backroom will have
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| And tell them I sighed
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| And tell them I cried
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| And tell them I died of the same
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| And when I die, don’t pay the preacher
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| For speaking of my glory and my fame
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| Just see what the boys in the backroom will have
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| And tell them I sighed
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| And tell them I cried
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| And tell them I died of the same |