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come to my house an we'll pick bones
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there hands outside ready with stones
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come to my yard
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i got whiskey an chirs
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we'll sit on the porch
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as the good men stare
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you ain't never spoke true
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i shake an angry fist at you
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you are not needed here
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to help me feel low down
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i'm doin' it fine all on my own
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i her you cryin' from cradle to coffin
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an for you there'll be no stoppin'
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i see you lyin' in a pine box with bitter words
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that's how the boy talks
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Horse Head
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16 Horsepower |