On the day when I was born daddy sat down and cried
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I had the mark just as plain as day, it could not be denied
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They say that Cain caught Abel rollin' loaded dice
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Ace of spades behind his ear and him not thinkin' twice
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Half-step, Mississippi uptown toodeloo
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Hello, baby, I'm gone, goodbye
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Half a cup of rock and rye
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Farewell to you old southern skies
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I'm on my way, on my way
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If all you've got to live for is what you left behind
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Get yourself a powder charge and seal that silver mine
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Lost my boots in transit, baby, pile of smokin' leather
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I nailed a retread to my feet and prayed for better weather
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Half-step, Mississippi uptown toodeloo
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Hello, baby, I'm gone, goodbye
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Half a cup of rock and rye
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Farewell to you old southern skies
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I'm on my way, on my way
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They say that when your ship comes in the first man takes the sails
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Second takes the afterdeck, the third, the planks and rails
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What's the point of callin' shots, this cue ain't straight in line
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Cue ball's made of styrofoam and no one's got the time
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Half-step, Mississippi uptown toodeloo
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Hello, baby, I'm gone, goodbye
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Half a cup of rock and rye
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Farewell to you old southern skies
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I'm on my way, on my way
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On my way
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Across the Rio Grandeeo, across the lazy river
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Across the Rio Grandeeo, across the lazy river
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Across the Rio Grandeeo, across the lazy river
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Across the Rio Grandeeo, across the lazy river
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Across the Rio Grandeeo, across the lazy river
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