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I was rich but a rambling boy Through many cities I did enjoy And there I married a pretty little wife And I loved her dearer than I loved my life She was pretty, both neat and gay She caused me to rob the road highway I robbed it, yes, I do declare And I made myself ten thousand there Plenty dry goods for to carry me through My pistol, sword, my money too My forty-four she never fails My true love comes for to go my bail My mother says she has no home My sister says she's all alone And now she's left in sad despair With a broken heart and a baby fair Now when I die, don't bury me at all Just place me away in alcohol My forty-four laid by my feet Please tell them I am just asleep
Writer(s): Bob Dylan, Traditional Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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