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Look over yonders wall and hand me down my walking cane
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Well, I got myself a woman, yonder come your man
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I'm in love with you pretty baby, you don't treat me right,
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You take all my money and walk the streets at night
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Look over yonders wall, ah, hand me down my walking cane
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Well, I got myself a woman, yonder come your man
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Your man went to the wall,
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I know that he was rough
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I don't know how many men he killed,
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I know he killed enough
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Look over yonders wall and hand me down my walking cane
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Well, I got myself a woman, yonder come your man
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Look Over Yonders Wall
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| Paul Butterfield |
