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Now, I've been all around this whole wide world,
Done most everything;
I've played cards with the King and the Queen,
The ace, the eight, or the trey.
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Don't let your deal go down.
Don't let your deal go down.
Don't let your deal go down, sweet mama
Till your last old dollar's gone.
Now, where did you get them high-top shoes,
Dress you wear so fine?
I got my shoes from a railroad man,
And my dress from a driver in the mine.
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Now, I left my little girl a-crying,
Standing in the door;
She throwed her arms around my neck,
Saying, "Honey, don't you go."
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Now it's who's gonna shoe your pretty little feet?
Who's gonna glove your hand?
And who's gonna kiss your ruby lips
Honey, who's gonna be your man?
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She says, "Papa will shoe my pretty little feet,
Manma will glove my hand.
You can kiss my rosy lips
When you get back again."
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Where did you get them high-heel shoes.
And that dress you wear so fine?
Got new shoes from a railroad man
Dress from a driver in the mine.
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When I left my love behind,
She's standin' in the door;
She throwed her little arms around my neck and said,
"Sweet daddy please don't go!"
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Now, I've been all around this whole wide world,
I've been down to Memphis, Tennessee;
And it's any old place I hang my hat
Is home, sweet home to me.
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