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Well, I’m just
a workin’ man, so of course I joined the Klan.
I came home late from a meetin’ one
fateful night.
I caught my baby sackin’ with my
very own Grand Dragon.
Well, his ass is a draggin’ now
‘cause I put him right.
I got out my carvin’ knife (I had
to do it),
And I carved away that feller’s
life (I knew I’d rue it).
Then I cut out my baby’s heart and
I beat it with a tire tool.
She got up in surprise with terror
in her eyes.
She said, “No, no, this ain’t the
way it looks.”
She played me for a fool ‘cause I
never ever finished school,
But things like that you just don’t
learn in books.
I got out my squirrel gun (I had to
get it),
And I shot the nuts right off that
son of a gun (I knew I’d regret it).
Then I cut out my baby’s heart and
I beat it with a tire tool.
The sheriff he came next day and he
carried me away,
And now I’ll get the chair here in
Folsom Prison.
But though I sit here in the pen,
you know I’d do it all over again, my friend,
‘Cause that two-timin’ gal was
mine, not his’n.
I got out my choppin’ ax (I had to
use it),
And I gave that lowdown skunk forty
good whacks (I thought the law would excuse it).
Then I cut out my baby’s heart,
I ate up every little part (hidin’
the evidence),
I cut out my baby’s heart and I
beat it with a tire tool.
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