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Me and my old lady sittin' in the shade talkin' 'bout the money that I ain't made Singin' o boy dontcha line the track a lack a O boy dontcha line the track O boy dontcha line the track a lack a O boy dontcha line the track If I could I surely would Stand on the rock that Moses stood Singin' O boy dontcha line the track a lack a O boy dontcha line the track O boy dontcha line the track a lack a O boy dontcha line the track Drank so much hooch It my eyes be gettin' blurry They say I nailed her to the door A stich in time don't mean a thing No Hangman Jury could make me crawl 'Cause I'm a poor boy dontcha line the track a lack a O boy dontcha line the track O boy dontcha line the track a lack a O boy dontcha line the track Wacha do with a gun that's loaded Shot her dead and her heart exploded Tell me baby now d-dontcha worry Like lyin' to a Hangman Jury I swear I didn't know that '45 was loaded In fact my memory ain't too clear That's not to say she didn't get what she deserved Least that's the way it looked from here Boy when you line the track a lack a Hey boy dontcha line the track a lack a Hey boy dontcha line the track Ooh, my love came tumblin' down Ooh, love come tumblin' down Ooh, Let's get outta here Love come tumblin' And every night she take her things into the city And in the morning make me beg If I'd taken all her titty gritty Smack her right upside the head Boy dontcha line the track a lack a O boy dontcha line the track O boy dontcha line the track Ooh, my love came tumblin' down