Key: Bb
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Boone had a colt and a frying pan a quarter horse, American
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Half a heart, fully a man and the greed of Eve and ol' Satan
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Boone stole nickels and Boone stole dimes filled the hole and masked his pride
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Though his mother said that the way of life was ever better in a poor man's mind
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But Boone found that he had no peace diggin' the dirt and kicking the streets
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'Til he gambled a cent and came back with three bad, bad Boone became a thief
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No good could be found in Boone no Robin Hood, no whistled tune
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Through the guilt of God, he was immune as that curse of greed just grew and grew
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He had no wife, no boundary line no cowboy code or moral sight
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No child that he wouldn't fight no widow safe in the cheatin' nights
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But what hurt another ain't hurt him he'd do anything for a pretty little gem
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A coin in the bank, worth the whole damn limb cash ever flowing but spirit so grim
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Rich in pocket and poor in love his soul went down and the money went up
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Died before he could fill his cup and what a pointless life that was
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Ain't no money gonna bring Boone back from dust he came and that's what lasts
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Good ol' dirt, we all shall pass the rich, the poor, both withered grass
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Here lies Boone, so fully man forgotten on his piece of land
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Buried with his frying pan and the greed of Eve and ol' Satan