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American Ballads and Folk Songs
If you don't quit monkeying with my Lulu,
I'll tell you what I'll do,
I'll carve you up with my Bowie knife
And shoot you with my pistol, too,
And shoot you with my pistol, too.
My Lulu has a baby, 'Twas born on Christmas Day, She washed its face in brandy And called it Henry Clay, And called it Henry Clay.
You know you couldn't gamble,
You ought to stayed at home
And picked up chips for your mamma,
And let the gamblers alone,
And let the gamblers alone.
I seen my Lulu in the springtime, I seen her in the fallj She wrote me a letter in the winter time, Says, "Good-by, honey"—that's all, Says, "Good-by, honey"—that's all.
My Lulu, she's a dandy, She stands and drinks like a man, She calls for gin and brandy, And she doesn't give a damn, And she doesn't give a damn.
I ain't goin' to work on the railroad,
I ain't goin' to lie in jail,
I'm goin' down to Cheyenne town
To live with my Lulu gal,
To live with my Lulu gal.