| Just taking a drink to
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| The end of the bar, buddy
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| Let her be
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| Now don’t you be a fool
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| I’d rather have a hot seat
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| In Sing-Sing Prison
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| Than to sit there by her
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| On that stool
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| What’s that you say
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| Are you looking for a fight, buddy
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| T’ain’t nothing to me
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| Do you see that man
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| At the end of the bar, buddy
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| Now you see that she
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| Belongs to him
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| I can tell by the
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| Way he looks at you, buddy
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| That he’s sure a quick tempered
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| Jealous man
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| What’s that you say
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| Are you looking for a fight, buddy
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| T’ain’t nothing to me
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| Now, there you are
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| Stretched out on the floor, buddy
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| Now you see what
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| You have made him do
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| They have come to
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| Take him off to jail, buddy
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| But tomorrow
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| Someone’s gonna bury you
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| Oh, well, that’s life
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| Or as it was
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| T’wern’t nothing to me |