This is a morbid story about a fella that had to die,
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he had a beautiful wife but he also had a roving eye.
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She planted him by the roadside,
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She planted him by the roadside,
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She planted him by the roadside,
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for all the unfaithful husbands to see.
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Come let me tell you the story,
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of little Willie the Troubador
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And just how it happened to pass my friends,
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little Willie won't see no more.
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You know why?
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She planted him by the roadside,
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She planted him by the roadside,
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She planted him by the roadside,
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for all the unfaithful husbands to see.
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Willie was handsome as he could be,
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he met a girl in society
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Thin Willie was cursed with a rovin' eye,
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and never let a pretty chick pass by.
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So he bought himself a convertible bird,
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to ride the fine chicks around
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He found out he was being followed,
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so he could never let the top down.
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You know what happened to him?
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She planted him by the roadside,
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She planted him by the roadside,
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She planted him by the roadside,
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for all the unfaithful husbands to see.
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If he drove a girl to a drive-in,
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he'd have to go after dark
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He knew he'd always have to hide,
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so he'd wind up sitting in the park.
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She caught him down by the water,
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lovin' the fisherman's daughter
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she pulled a little pistol from right out of the air,
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and shot poor Willie right then and there.
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She planted him by the roadside,
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She planted him by the roadside,
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She planted him by the roadside,
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for all the unfaithful husbands to see.
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The Troubador
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Streetlight Manifesto |