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Well blood is thicker than water but liquor's thicker than either
my mother said I was born to perform I'm beginning to believe her
that girl I wed said I'd get to nothin big.
But she never figured on my floorless jig!
A martyr needs a murder to lend creedence to his fable.
While I never meant to hurt her, like Cain I am unable to surmount the odds
when my cards are so clearly rigged.
The holy hand of chance deigned I'd dance this floorless jig!
I wed the preacher's daughter, and she rode me like a mule
But as that rheumy room besought her, old horny gave me my gruel
Well, she bled in bed just like a fresh stuck pig!
Now let every prig regard my floorless jig!
Well the bottle made me do it. Now I'm famous like a saint.
When the man says "you will rue it."
I say "I am the great I ain't!"
If you've got a last request son, well you better speak up now.
I look boldly from the scaffold, I said " I need a bigger crowd!"
"I need an audience all tense to see me swing! They can tell my ma how they saw
my floorless jig!"
Well hangin and a-wivin' were never in my plans! But bangin and a-knivin made for such a dual dance! Have you ever seen such a perfect pelvic dig? Well just take a twig on my flawless floorless jig!Well just take a twig on my flawless floorless jig! I said take a twig on my flawless floorless jig!"

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