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I am a lonesome hobo
Without family or friends,
Where another man's life might begin,
That's exactly where mine ends.
I have tried my hand at bribery,
Blackmail and deceit,
And i've served time for ev'rything
'cept beggin' on the street.
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Well, once i was rather prosperous,
There was nothing i did lack.
I had fourteen-karat gold in my mouth
And silk upon my back.
But i did not trust my brother,
I carried him to blame,
Which led me to my fatal doom,
To wander off in shame.
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Kind ladies and kind gentlemen,
Soon i will be gone,
But let me just warn you all,
Before i do pass on;
Stay free from petty jealousies,
Live by no man's code,
And hold your judgment for yourself
Lest you wind up on this road.
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