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I feel you are poison Yes, I am poison too I am so weary huntin' Make my bed for lie down What do you have for dinner? Eels boiled in broth for stew I am so weary huntin' Make my bed for lie down Why do you leave your brothers? My old goat and old ram Why do you leave your father? My gold watch and my land Why do you leave your sweetheart? The rope and high gallows tree Let her swing there forever For the poison of me
Writer(s): James Robert Staebler, Benjamin Mcleod, Charles Michael Parks, Allan Van Cleave Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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