He would spend it on the pony
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He would spend it on the girl
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Buy his mother gin and roses
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For her poor old Hannah curls
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And when his wife said "hey now! what did you get for me"
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He socked her in the chopper
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Such a sweet, sweet guy was he
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And her tears flowed like wine
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Yes, her tears flowed like wine
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She's a real sad tomato
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She's a busted valentine
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Knows her momma done told her
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That the man is darn unkind
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How he loved the old race horses
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He would bet them everyday
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One day he caught a winner
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and the cabbage was some hay[?]
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He indulged in fancy spending
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Ordered rings, cars, and furs
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But alas! The lack like a stab in the back?[?]
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She found out it wasn't hers
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And her tears flowed like wine
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Yes, her tears flowed like wine
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She's a real sad tomato
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She's a busted valentine
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Knows her momma done told her
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that the man is darn unkind
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He got mixed up with a Mazzie[?]
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He got mixed up with a Flow
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So, Flow shoved him in the river
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He might get mixed up no more
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His wife then draped herself in black
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That showed her figure fine
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Then she cussed him out
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That two faced guy
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No insurance could she find
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And her tears flowed like wine
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Yes, her tears flowed like wine
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She's a real sad tomato
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She's a busted valentine
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Knows her momma done told her
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that the man is darn unkind
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And Her Tears Flowed Like Wine
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| Ella Fitzgerald |
