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Goats Don't Shave Crooked Jack
GI'm a man of the rDoad, and I Ggot no fixed aboDde, No Gstranger to hCard timDes. GWhat I own is on my Dback, and Gthey call me CrookedD Jack, What yGou see iCs what you findD. Well EmI've had my share of Cluck and haGppiness, D OnEm many a feathered bCed I've been undrGessed, D A'Emhundred girls I asCked a'hundred timGes, D WEmon't you come wiCth me won't you be Gmine, D
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GThrough Ireland we'll Bmroam, ThrCough Ireland we'll rGoam, And iCf you won't come wGith me then I'll tCravel all aloneD, TGhrough Ireland we'll rBmoam, ThrougCh Ireland we'll rGoam, G C D NC No time for turning back, Crooked Jack.
Every man across the land would give an eye for Kitty's hand andbthe taste of her Moonshine. Made ya' dance made ya' sing made ya' fit for anything And I nearly lost my mind. Well I love that woman but I love her Whiskey more, and when the law came knocking on her door, she said Crooked Jack am gonna say this just one time, won't you come with me won't you be mine, Chorus Boss