| The story’s true ladies and gentlemen
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| All the names have been changed to
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| Protect the innocent
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| The year 19 hundred and forty
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| The city, Chicago. |
| The place, Rubin’s Tavern
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| The story goes something like this:
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| I walked into a beer tavern
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| To give a girl a nice time
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| I had forty-five dollars when I enter
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| When I left I had one dime
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| Wasn’t she a beer drinkin' woman?
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| Don’t ya know, man don’t ya know?
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| She was a beer-drinkin' woman
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| And I don’t want to see her no more
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| Now, when I spend down to my last dime
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| She said, 'Darlin' I know you’re not through'
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| I said, 'Yes, baby doll
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| And the trophy belongs to you'
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| Wasn’t she a beer drinkin' woman?
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| Don’t you know, man don’t you know?
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| She was a beer-drinkin' woman
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| And I don’t wanna see her no more
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| Now she’d often say, 'Excuse me a minute
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| I’ve got to step around here'
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| And ev’ry time she came back
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| She had room for another quart of beer
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| Wasn’t that a beer drinkin' woman?
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| Don’t ya know, man, don’t ya know?
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| She was a beer drinkin' woman
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| And I don’t want to see her no mo' |