[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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Well, marry me
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To a rope and a tree
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What that ol' judge called first degree
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And all the folks around town
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Swore to lay me
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In the ground
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They found out I put that poor boy down
[Verse 2]
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You see I
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Did not much care
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For the way
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That he'd sit and glare
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So I closed
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His eyes for good
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With a bar-room chair
[Verse 3]
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So, gonna lay my poor bones
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Past Appalachian stones
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Far beneath that cold ground all alone
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Oh but if you're asking me
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Where I would rather be
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It was worth it
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To see that boy
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Cut from the knees
[Outro]
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