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A Last Lament

Singing songs and telling jokes
And drinking their whiskey straight
When out of the din there came a croak
From a feller’ as sudden as fate I’m poor and I’m tired of this life I’ve led
All this rotgut and hussies in red
And them that aims in the gambling games
To clean you of all that you’ve had I’m sick of greed and the whiskery breed
That hangs out in this honky tonk heap
Of the money I’ve spent and how it all went
For a life that is bawdy and cheap Oh, I’ve rode with the worst, I’ve robbed and I’ve cursed

And I’ve killed me and Injun or two
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