Norman Blake - Hand Me Down My Walking Cane | Текст песни

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I got drunk, got put in jail
I got drunk, got put in jail
I got drunk, got put in jail
And had nobody to go my bail
My sins, they have overtaken me

Hand me down my walking cane
Hand me down my walking cane
Hand me down my walking cane
I'm a-gonna leave on the morning train
My sins, they have overtaken me

The beans were tough and the meat was fat
The beans were tough and the meat was fat
The beans were tough and the meat was fat
Oh good god, I couldn't eat that
My sins, they have overtaken me

Come on Mom, go my bail
Come on Mom, go my bail
Come on Mom and go my bail
Get me out of this Nashville jail
My sins, they have overtaken me

If I die in Tennessee
If I die in Tennessee
If I die in Tennessee
Ship me back by COD
My sins, they have overtaken me

Hand me down my bottle of corn
Hand me down my bottle of corn
Hand me down my bottle of corn
I'm going to get drunk as sure as you're born
My sins, they have overtaken me

Hand me down my walking cane
Hand me down my walking cane
Hand me down my walking cane
I'm a-gonna leave on the morning train
My sins, they have overtaken me

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