Tom:
Introdução:
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It was a cold and cruel evening
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Sneaking up on Speedy Creek
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Found myself asleepin' in the snow
For one or two odd reasons
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I ain't too proud to repeat
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For now we'll say I had no place to go
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There was a rustle and a humming
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Just hauling down the street
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I drew myself up from my icy bed
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Painted on that shiny car the letters 'RCM and P'
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I can feel a little aching in my head
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And then out jumps this old boy
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About twice the size of me
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He asked me for my name and where I dwelt
I just looked him in the eye
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And sang 'Blue Yodel Number 9'
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He didn't catch the reference, I could tell
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Then the old, familiar click
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and the handcuffs bind and grip
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Should have left me in the snow, where I laid
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He just laughed and touched his gun
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And turned to me and said
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Son, I bet you don't own a damn thing
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To your name
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Well, I got my health
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My John B Stetson
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Got a bottle full of baby's bluebird wine
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And I left my stash
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Somewhere down in Preston
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Along with thirteen silver dollars and my mind
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Well, I got my health
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My John B Stetson
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Got a bottle full of baby's bluebird wine
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And I left my stash
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Somewhere down in Preston
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Along with thirteen silver dollars and my mind