| I was raised but a rambling boy
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| Too many a city I did enjoy
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| And there I married me a pretty little wife
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| And I loved her dearer than I love my life
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| She was pretty both neat and gay
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| She caused me rob the road highway
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| I robbed it yes I do declare
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| I made myself ten thousand there
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| Plenty dry goods for to carry me through
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| My pistol swore like money too
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| My forty four she never failed
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| My true love come for to go my bale
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| My mother said she has no home
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| My sister said she’s all alone
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| My wife she’s left with sad despair
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| With a broken heart and a baby there
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| Now when I die don’t bury me at all
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| Just place me away in alcohol
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| My forty four lay by my feet
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| Please tell them I am just asleep |