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since he is classed as an "habitual criminal," broke down and criec while he sang "Shorty George." "My woman, she's sca'd to come tc see me j she might as well be dead. So I gets res'less, an' I want tc run away Pum dis place. I jes' cain' hardly stan' to sing dat song." |
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Well-a, Shorty George, he am' no friend of mine, Well-a, Shorty George, he ain' no friend of mine, Taken all de womens an' leave de mens behin'.
Oh, when I get back to Dallas, gonna walk an' tell, Dat de Fort Ben' bottom is a burnin' Hell.
My mama died when Ise a lad, An' ev'y since, I been to de bad.
Well, my babe caught de Katy, I caught de Santa Fe, Well, you cain' quit me, babe, cain' you see?
Well, I wen' to Galveston, work on de Mall'ry Line, Babe, you cain' quit me, ain' no use you tryin'.
Got a letter f'um my baby, "Come, at once, she's dyin'"— She wasn' dead, she was slowly dyin'.
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