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Ole Yegg LeeWell my name, it is LeeI'm a yeg and a thief I've picked every lock this side of hell And I'm doing swell Although lordy lordy knows only time will tell Where I sleep I don't care Like to smoke, like to swear I can drink any rounder to his knees Another whiskey please Shoot a ten dollar piece at a thousand feet When I make my way back Few more miles down the track Saw a lady [?] she smiles at me A little bumblebee She's sweet like honey but she sure can sting Through the rain and the snow I'mma book a telo By a pull of a silver in my jeans And a couple of dreams I can pull us on down to New Orleans I got drunk I got loud I got kicked outta town Sheriff said "We don't want your kind round here Do I make that clear?" So I went to speak with the engineer I'm in need of a train Take me back where I came Make it Long, make it fast and let her go Let the whistle blow So every hot weather tramp knows when to go |