| He would spend it on the ponies,
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| He would spend it on the girls,
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| Buy his mother gin and roses
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| For her poor old henna’d curls.
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| And when his wife said, «Hey now!
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| What did you get for me?»
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| He socked her in the chopper,
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| Such a sweet sweet guy was he!
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| And her tears flowed like wine,
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| Yes her tears flowed like wine,
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| She’s a real sad tomato,
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| She’s a busted valentine.
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| Knows her mama done told her
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| That her man is darned unkind.
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| How he loved the old race horses,
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| He would bet them every day.
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| One day he caught a winner
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| And the cabbage wasn’t hay!
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| He indulged in fancy spending,
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| Ordered rings, cars and furs,
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| But alas, alack,
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| Like a stab in the back,
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| She found out they were not hers!
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| And her tears flowed like wine,
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| Yes her tears flowed like wine,
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| She’s a real sad tomato,
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| She’s a busted valentine.
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| Knows her mama done told her
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| That her man is darned unkind.
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| He got mixed up with a Maisie,
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| He got mixed up with a Flo,
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| So Flo shoved him in the river,
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| He’ll not get mixed up no more!
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| His wife then draped herself in black
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| That showed her figure fine,
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| Then she cussed him out, the two-faced guy,
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| No insurance could she find.
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| And her tears flowed like wine,
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| Yes her tears flowed like wine,
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| She’s a real sad tomato,
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| She’s a busted valentine.
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| Knows her mama done told her
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| That her man is darned unkind. |