Intro
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He sleeps out there, out where the coyotes wail,
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The reason he ain't at the bar with the boys,
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Makes quite a dismal tale ...
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He shouldn't-a, hadn't-a, oughtn't-a swang on me,
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He oughtn't-a, shouldn't-a, hadn't-a, no siree.
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You don't get many callers,
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Sleeping on the lone prairie.
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But he shouldn't-a, hadn't-a, oughtn't-a swang on me.
verse 1
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Way out West we're wild and wooly,
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In order to explain it fully:
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We're tall grown, all grown,
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All the men are hairy-chested,
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And all the women, double-breasted.
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We're lady-like until molested,
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And then we're on our own!
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He shouldn't-a, hadn't-a, oughtn't-a swang on me,
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He oughtn't-a shouldn't-a hadn't-a felt so free.
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His wife gets the insurance,
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And I'm sorry as can be,
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But he shouldn't-a, hadn't-a, oughtn't-a swang on me.
verse 2
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This here job is mighty tryin',
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Sometimes the room is fairly flyin' with
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High-balls, eye-balls.
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One got killed, somebody got 'im,
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Tore up the joint from top to bottom.
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I think I was that one that shot him,
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As near as I recall.
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He shouldn't-a, hadn't-a, oughtn't-a swang on me,
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He massacred eight or nine men at the Lazy "B".
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He then took on the sheriff, and the sheriff's deputy,
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But he shouldn't-a, hadn't-a, oughtn't-a swang on me.
verse 3
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All you boys remember Harry,
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The wrangler I was set to marry,
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A long man, strong man.
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One night he yells, "I'm from Texas!"
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And socks me in my solar plexus.
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Well having normal, good reflexes,
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I knocked him on his can!
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He shouldn't-a, hadn't-a, oughtn't-a blacked my eye,
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I'm really a lovable, peaceable kind of guy.
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I wouldn't scare a rabbit, and I couldn't harm a flea,
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But he shouldn't-a, hadn't-a, oughtn't-a swang on me.
Music 1
verse 4
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If this story has a moral,
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It's: When you're looking for a quarrel or
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Show Down. "Slow down."
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If by now, you haven't mastered,
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The gentle art of getting plastered,
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You're just a Low-Down, you ain't mastered,
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The motto of our town!
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You shouldn't-a, hadn't-a, oughtn't-a start no fight,
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Our burying ground is a most impressive sight.
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The message on them tombstones is as simple as can be,
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He shouldn't-a, hadn't-a, oughtn't-a swang on me,
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He shouldn't-a, hadn't-a, oughtn't-a swang on me!