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Oh, come now father dear and turn this blood to choice You know I think these young are spent & have seen their day My back bares the scars of work while my sweat has cut the cost If my word to God isn't bond then I'll be damned to say, This cant be so bad, Only I sure did love the way she danced, Oh come now Preacher to where this flesh begins to spoil, You know I think these young are done & have seen their day, So could I remove their tounges of curse and cast away? Oh these dirty games I play, Long-Arm you liar! Go run home to Mama! A good boy never gets to dance, Long-Arm you liar! Go run home to Mama! These good boysnever get a chance. |