Tom: C#m
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Come to my house an we'll pick bones
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Their hands outside ready with stones
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Come to my yard
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I got whiskey an chairs
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We'll sit on the porch
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As the good men stare
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You ain't never spoke true
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I shake an angry fist at you
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You are not needed here
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To help me feel low down
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I'm doin' it fine all on my own
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I hear you cryin' from cradle to coffin
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An for you there'll be no stoppin'
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I see you lyin' in, in a pine box
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With bitter words, That's how the boy talks