| Down where that Southern rail
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| Crosses the Yellow Dog
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| I met an old auctioneer
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| I heard his monologue
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| He said «I got horses
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| I got mules, I got sheep;
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| Some I want to sell boy
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| And some I want to keep
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| I got a tale or two
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| That I need to tell;
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| Sit down beside me
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| And rest yourself a spell
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| I’ve lived a good long life
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| And I’ve no regrets;
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| Let me tell my story
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| Before I forget
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| Look down that lonesome road
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| Before you travel on;
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| I hate to say goodbye
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| So I’ll just say so long
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| See the way that bay horse rides
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| Seems just like a sin
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| That horse is broke in two
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| He lost his coupling pin
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| Yonder there’s aman a-coming
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| He broke his poor heart son;
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| His head is empty
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| His bread is just not done
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| Look at that old mule there
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| The one with one life left;
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| He’s half blind but
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| There’s work in that mule yet
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| He carries a heavy load boy
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| I know him well
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| They never did give that mule
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| No back up bell
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| They say whisky slows you down
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| It clouds up your thinking;
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| As long as they make whisky
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| I say just keep on drinking
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| A long as life keeps hitting hard
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| A drink will help you take it;
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| As long as we drink whisky
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| They’ll keep on making it
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| Some folks have to slow down
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| If theyare maimed or lame
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| Other folks keep moving
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| They keep rocking on the same
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| I walk like an old fox
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| And shake my big old tail
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| Even though there’s a hell hound
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| He’s a-sniffing on my tail
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| Just kick that old dog
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| And make sure that he’s dead
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| Some man needs another dog
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| Don’t you hang your little head
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| There’s gonna be a lot more living
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| After I am gone;
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| I’ll leave a little something for you
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| To get your share done |