| Please don’t sell my daddy no more wine no more wine
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| Mama don’t want him drinking all the time
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| Please don’t sell my daddy no more wine no more wine
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| He may be no good but he’s still mine
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| Late one night in Old Joe’s friendly barroom
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| Two men were standin' drinking all alone
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| Thinkin' of the days they were younger
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| Talking about the women they had known
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| When there in the dim light of the tavern
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| A sweet young girl came softly to their side
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| And two one man surprised looked upon two tear stained eyes
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| And saw his own sweet daughter’s there a crying
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| Please don’t sell my daddy…
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| My daddy used to buy me pretty dresses
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| Now it’s only hand-me-downs and worn out shoes
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| It’s because of you I know that I wear these ragged clothes
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| For you’re the man who sells my daddy booze
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| Her father looked down on the glass that he was holding
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| As the teardrops trickled down his solemn face
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| I been here Joe so long now it’s time that I was gone
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| Going home to stay I’ll never see this place
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| Please don’t sell my daddy…
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| Don’t you do it don’t you do it
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| Don’t you sell my daddy no more wine no more wine
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| He may be no good but he’s still mine |