| I would try my finger and I would try my hand
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| At any fool game in this man’s land
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| But don’t you talk about this-a friend of mine,
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| I ain’t never been let down and you’d be wastin' time.
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| I would scratch and steal, I would maim a man,
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| I would even run the bounty across the other country,
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| So don’t you talk about this here friend of mine,
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| I gave it all of my money, but it makes me feel fine.
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| Yeah, I know you won’t give me no peace of mind,
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| Try to understand I just wanna feel good all the time.
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| Don’t you talk about a dear old friend of mine,
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| Well, I know that you are sweet and more than double fine.
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| Everybody said you oughta marry that rich man down the line,
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| But if I had to make a choice I wouldn’t change my mind.
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| Honey, you just ain’t as sweet as my strawberry wine,
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| Oh no, no no no no no no no no, no no no no no no no no.
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| Yeah, You caught me when I’s down a-sleepin' in the park,
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| Climbin' up the walls and laughin' in the dark.
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| But I heard you been talkin' about a dear old friend of mine,
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| Never tasted anything as sweet as my strawberry wine, |
| No, no no no no no, no no no no no no no no,
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| No, no no no no no no no. |