| If the folks next door to me weren’t so good
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| I’d do all the mean things anybody could
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| I’d drink and I’d gamble and I’d louse around
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| I’d be the meanest man in this whole town
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| If I hadn’t seen the light in that old lady’s eyes
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| I’d try to be a man you would hate and despise
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| I’d rave and I’d rant and I’d scream and yell
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| And I’d chase my neighbors from here to hell
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| If I hadn’t heard those kids laugh playing games
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| I’d have nervous fits, I’d go insane
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| I’d turpentine cats and tin can dogs
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| I’d smother people to death inside of hollow logs
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| If the people around me wasn’t so nice
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| I’d freeze my heart into a cake of ice
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| Steal money from soldiers and working folks too
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| I’d lend you a dollar and I’d take back two
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| If my wife didn’t kiss me the way she does
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| I’d carry four or five daggers and three or four guns
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| I’d shoot craps and ramble and hang out late
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| I’d steal baby buggies and Cadillac Eights
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| If my friends didn’t write me those letters I get
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| I’d be a dictator, the worse one yet
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| I’d be the only smart bird, you’d all be fools
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| Send you all away to war and I’d stay home and rule
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| If it wasn’t for them songs I hear you all sing
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| I’d put a crown on my dome and I’d say I’m your king
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| I’d kidnap some, I’d blackmail others
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| I’d peddle black market stuff, rob sisters and brothers
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| If it weren’t for your talking I hear on the street
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| I’d be the orneriest man that you ever did meet
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| I’d preach the gospel of hate and I’d drink your blood
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| But I can’t be this bad because my folks are too good
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| No I can’t be this bad 'cause my folks are too good |