| If I ever get back to St. Louis again
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| There’s gonna be some changes made
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| I’m gonna find old Alice and right away where I left off
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| It’s gonna be just as if I stayed
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| That old organ grinder’s gonna wind his box
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| And the knife sharpener’s gonna sing
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| When I get back to St. Louis again
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| I’m gonna buy that diamond ring
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| Diamond Ring
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| Diamond Ring
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| Shine like gold
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| Behold that diamond ring
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| If I ever get back to St. Louis again
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| Everybody’s gonna smile
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| One of the Mack girls dragged me up to Washington
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| I got stuck there for a while
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| She gave me more misery than a man can hold
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| And I took her bad advice
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| Now I don’t aim to bother anyone
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| I have paid that awful price
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| Diamond Ring
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| Diamond Ring
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| Shine like gold
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| Behold that diamond ring
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| If ever I get back to St. Louis again
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| That diamond ring is gonna shine
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| That old burlesque dancer is gonna bum around
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| And everything’s gonna be fine
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| I’m gonna settle up my accounts with lead
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| And leave the rest up to the law
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| Then I’m gonna marry the one I love
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| And head out for Wichita
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| Diamond Ring
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| Diamond Ring
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| Shine like gold
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| Behold that diamond ring |