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Root Hog or Die
I've told 'em my condition, I've told it o'er and o'er; So I've been a bad boy, I'll do so no more.
I will go to East Texas to marry me a wife, And try to maintain her the balance of my life; I'll try to maintain; I'll lay it up in store I've been a bad boy, I'll do so no more.
Young man, you robber, you had better take it fair, Leave off your marshal killing and live on the square; Should you meet the marshal, just pass him by; And travel on the muscular, for it's root hog or die.
When I drew my money I drew it all in cash And off to see my Susan, you bet I cut a dash; I spent my money freely and went it on a bum, And I love the pretty women and am bound to have my fun.
I used to sport a white hat, a horse and buggy fine, Courted a pretty girl and always called her mine; But all my courtships proved to be in vain, For they sent me down to Huntsville to wear the ball and chain.
Along came my true love, about twelve o'clock, Saying, " Henry, O Henry, what sentence have you
got?" « The jury found me guilty, the judge would allow no
stay, So they sent me down to Huntsville to wear my life