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If I should fall from grace with God |
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Where no doctor can relieve me |
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If I'm buried 'neath the sod |
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But the angels won't receive me |
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Let me go, boys |
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Let me go, boys |
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Let me go down in the mud |
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Where the rivers all run dry |
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This land was always ours |
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Was the proud land of our fathers |
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It belongs to us and them |
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Not to any of the others |
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Let them go, boys |
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Let them go, boys |
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Let them go down in the mud |
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Where the rivers all run dry |
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Now bury me at sea |
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Where no murdered ghost can haunt me |
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If I rock upon the waves |
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No corpse can lie upon me |
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Coming up threes, boys |
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Coming up threes, boys |
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Let them go down in the mud |
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Where the rivers all run dry |
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If I should fall from grace with God |
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Where no doctor can relieve me |
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If I'm buried 'neath the sod |
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So the angels won't receive me |
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Let me go, boys |
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Let me go, boys |
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Let me go down in the mud |
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Where the rivers all run dry |
