| Once I knowed a guitar picker, lived his life on wine and liquor
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| Runnin' around in one of them new machines
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| He was about the proudest feelin', wheelin', dealin'
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| Sneakin', stealin', aggravatin' man I’ve ever seen
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| Nothin' but a midnight rambler, biggest drunkard and a gambler
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| He’d do anything that wasn’t nice
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| Huntin', golfin', fishin', swimmin', runnin' around with other women
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| Playin' dominoes and shootin' dice
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| Then one night as he was dinin', while the moon was brightly shinin'
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| With his secret love he was so gay
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| He would laugh and call her 'Honey' while she proudly spent his money
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| As they hugged and smooched the time away
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| Laughin', jokin', dinin', dancin'
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| Plannin' parties and romancin', havin' fun regardless of the price
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| Eatin' caviar and chicken, strummin' his guitar and pickin'
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| Playin' dominoes and shootin' dice
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| Then his wife walked in and found him with that pretty girl around him
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| Started makin' headway for the gate
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| When he seen those girls dividin', he commenced to slip and slidin'
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| But he seemed to know it was too late
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| Crowds began to gettin' thinner, they jumped up and left their dinner
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| No one seemed to have an appetite
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| Not a person dare defend her, everyone jumped out the window
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| No one hung around to see the fight
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| Then she grabbed him by the collar, he commenced to squeal and holler
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| As she plastered him betwixt the eyes
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| And then his old guitar she swung it, o’er his head she proudly hung it
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| Bruises, knots and bumps began to rise
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| He leapt up and tried to squeeze her, but she warped 'cross the beezer
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| Pulled a pistol and shot him once or twice
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| When the wicked fight was over, he was laid beneath the clover
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| No more dominoes and shootin' dice |