I walked all the way from East Saint Louis I never had but that one, one thin dime I laid my head in a New York woman's lap She laid her little cute head in mine She tried to make me bleed by the rattlings of her tongue The sun would never, never shine I pawned my sword and I pawned my chain Well I pawned myself but I fell to shame I tried to see you in the fall When you didn't have no man at all I'd love to meet you in the spring when the bluebird's almost ready to sing Faree, honey, faree well You can shake like a cannon ball get out and learn that old Georgia crawl Faree, honey, faree well (play it boy...) And I laid my head in a barroom door And I can't get drunk, drunk no more Now if you can't lay some sugar on me get out of the house and let me be Faree, baby, faree well I tried to see you in the spring when the bluebird's almost ready to sing Faree, honey, faree well And I walked on back to East Saint Louis Never had but that one, one thin dime

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