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Goats Don't Shave Crooked Jack
FI'm a man of the rGoad, and I Fgot no fixed aboGde, No Fstranger to hFard timGes. FWhat I own is on my Gback, and Fthey call me CrookedG Jack, What yFou see iFs what you findG. Well AmI've had my share of Fluck and haFppiness, G OnAm many a feathered bFed I've been undrFessed, G A'Amhundred girls I asFked a'hundred timFes, G WAmon't you come wiFth me won't you be Fmine, G
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FThrough Ireland we'll Emroam, ThrFough Ireland we'll rFoam, And iFf you won't come wFith me then I'll tFravel all aloneG, TFhrough Ireland we'll rEmoam, ThrougFh Ireland we'll rFoam, F F G 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