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Then the butler quit on me, man, can you believe it? Jerk!
Must've been my artistic temperament he couldn't take
How come nobody wants to give me a break?
I got the blues right there, mean and low
I'm as low as the heels of my alligator shoes
You should know how it feels to have these millionaire blues
Millionaire blues
Well, I found one of my bathrooms and I made it to the sink
I called one of my managers up and I poured myself a drink
Oh, I swear I'd kill that little weasel if I could
Checked myself i
DON'T SHIT WHERE YOU EAT
Cold blows the wind over my true love
Cold blows the drops of rain
I've never had but one true love
And in Camville he was slain
I'll do as much for my true love
As any young girl may
I'll sit and weep down by his grave
For twelve month and one day
But when twelve months will come and gone
This young man will arose
What makes you weep down by my grave
I can't take my repose
One kiss one kiss of your lily white lips
One kiss is all that I crave
One kiss one kiss of your lily white lips
And return back to your grave
My lips they are as cold as my grave
My breath is heavy and strong
If thou was to kiss my lily white lips
Thy days would not be long
Oh don't you remember the garden grove
Where we used to walk
Pluck the finest flower of them all
To wither to a stalk
Go fetch me a nut from a dungeon deep
And water from a stone
And white milk from the maidens breast
That babe had never know
Go dig me a grave both long wide and deep
As quickly as you may
I'll lie down in it and take one sleep
For twelve month and one day
Cold blows the wind over my true love
Cold blows the drops of rain
I've never had but one true love
And in Camville he was slain
I'll do as much for my true love
As any young girl may
I'll sit and weep down by his grave
For twelve months and one day