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And I rolled and I tumbled and I cried the whole night long
And I rose this morning and I didn't know right from wrong
Have you ever woke up and found your dough‑roller gone
Then you wring your hands and you cry the whole day long
And I told my woman just before I left your town
Don't you let nobody tear the barrelhouse down
And I fold my arms and I begin to walk away
I said that's all right sweet mama your trouble's going to come some day
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