John come home all in a wonder,
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Rattled at the door just like thunder.
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"Who is that?" Mister Hendley cried,
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"It is my husband! You must hide!"
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She held the door till old man Hendley
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Jumping and jerking went up the chimney.
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John come in, looked all around,
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But not a soul could be found.
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John sat down by the fireside weeping,
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Up the chimney he got to peeping.
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There he saw the poor old soul
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Sittin' a-straddle of the pot-rack pole.
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John built on a rousing fire
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Just to suit his own desire.
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His wife called out with a free good will,
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"Don't do that, for the man you'll kill!"
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John reached up and down he fetched him
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Like a racoon dog he catched him.
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He blacked his eyes and then he did better:
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He kicked him out upon his setter.
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His wife she crawled in under the bed,
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He pulled her out by the hair of the head.
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" When I'm gone, remember this!"
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And he kicked her where the kicking is best.
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The law came down and John went up,
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He didn't have the chance of a yellow pup,
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Sent him down to the old chain gang
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For beating his wife, the dear little thing.
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When he got off, he went back to court,
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His wife she got him for non-support.
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John didn't worry and John didn't cry
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But when he got close, he socked her in the eye.
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Took John back to the old town jail
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His wife she come and paid his bail.
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Won't be long till he'll be loose --
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I could tell more about it but there ain't no use.
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Everyday Dirt
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Doc Watson |