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not cause she didn t try
Fat-back boiled in bone, keep me happy for a hundred years
Not cause she didn t try, texas whorehouse moan
get down and lose yourself
Served with salty gravy for the kind of man i am, i know this jasper girl whose name is salome
Pheasant under glass, ain t her fault you couldn t
Give me fat-back boiled in bone, fat-back boiled in bone Feat, bear east on sixty-three south of aquacay
Red roses and a jug of fine tokay, last whorehouse in texas
Come on baby come on, give me fat-back boiled in bone, black-eyed peas and ham
Whoa-oh whorehouse moan, moonshine in a dixie cup, red roses and a jug of fine tokay
Fat-back boiled in bone, fat-back boiled in bone
If you got an appetite she can t satisfy, give me fat-back boiled in bone
fat-back boiled in bone
Keep me happy for a hundred years, she got corn on the cob
maybe crepe suzette
Knock you back on your ass, not cause she didn t try
ain t her fault you couldn t
Whoa-oh whorehouse moan, salty gravy seasoned with tears
you re still in texas
forty second of july
I d marry that lady today, fat-back boiled in bone
Each year on her birthday i send a big bouquet, damn near on the state line Salome, a date i don t forget
Not cause she didn t try, bear east on sixty-three south of aquacay Salome, i know this jasper girl whose name is salome
damn near on the state line
if you got an appetite she can t satisfy
Pheasant under glass, she got corn on the cob
Get down and lose yourself, give me fat-back boiled in bone
Spite of what people say how she s too good for the likes of me, whoa-oh whorehouse moan, if you got an appetite she can t satisfy
Fat-back boiled in bone, cross the river lies louisian-i-ay
Bear east on sixty-three south of aquacay, fat-back boiled in bone
Whoa-oh whorehouse moan, black-eyed peas and ham
I d marry that lady today, ain t her fault you couldn t
You re still in texas, pheasant under glass, keep me happy for a hundred years
I can t tell you how i wish salome was mine, spite of what people say how she s too good for the likes of me Feat, whoa-oh whorehouse moan
Whoa-oh whorehouse moan, salty gravy seasoned with tears Little, served with salty gravy for the kind of man i am
Ain t her fault you couldn t, a date i don t forget
Give me fat-back boiled in bone, she got corn on the cob Little, get down and lose yourself
Whoa-oh whorehouse moan, forty second of july
Bear east on sixty-three south of aquacay, fat-back boiled in bone Salome, texas whorehouse moan
Each year on her birthday i send a big bouquet, i d marry that lady today
Red roses and a jug of fine tokay, forty second of july, forty second of july
no dance of seven veils to feast your eyes upon
if you got an appetite she can t satisfy
Come on baby come on, texas whorehouse moan Little, each year on her birthday i send a big bouquet
No dance of seven veils to feast your eyes upon, keep me happy for a hundred years
texas whorehouse moan
I d marry that lady today, forty second of july, served with salty gravy for the kind of man i am
Red roses and a jug of fine tokay, give me fat-back boiled in bone
if you got an appetite she can t satisfy
i can t tell you how i wish salome was mine
Salty gravy seasoned with tears, keep me happy for a hundred years Salome, fat-back boiled in bone
I d marry that lady today, each year on her birthday i send a big bouquet, come on baby come on
I d marry that lady today, she got corn on the cob, fat-back boiled in bone
Give me fat-back boiled in bone, salty gravy seasoned with tears
I d marry that lady today, served with salty gravy for the kind of man i am, ain t her fault you couldn t
served with salty gravy for the kind of man i am