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i've grown tired, of the words of the single man
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hangin' lifeless on his every word -- o man
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you don't understand dear man
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the little angel held out her hand
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sayin' father, father i love you
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o praise jesus i got her
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ok yeah billygoat an we'll play farm
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i didn't mean to spirit stiff you
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nor to doy you no harm
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you say you've got a bone to pick
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well, there's plenty showin' on me
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come on up yeah bring your temper boy
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we'll see, we'll see
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yeah you may be the only one come on son
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bring your blade and your gun
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and if i die by your hand
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i've gotta home in glory land
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American Wheeze
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| 16 Horsepower |
