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THE FLOORLESS JIG:
Now blood is thicker than water, but liquor's thicker than either
My mother said I was born to perform, I'm beginning to believe her.
That girl I wed said I'd get to nothing big.
But she never figured on my floorless jig!
A martyr needs a murder to lend creedence to his fable.
While I never meant to hurt her, like Cain I am unable
to surmount the odds when my cards are so clearly rigged.
Yeah, the holy hand of chance deigned I'd dance this floorless jig!
I wed the preacher's daughter, and she rode me like a mule.
But as that rheumy room besot her, Old Horny gave my my gruel!
Well, she bled in bed just like a fresh stuck pig!
Now let every prig regard my floorless jig!
Regard it!
The bottle made me do it. Now I'm famous like a saint.
When the man says, "You will rue it."
I say, "I am the great I Ain't!"
He says, "If you got a last request, son, you'd better speak up now."
I look boldly from the scaffold, said, "I need a bigger crowd!
I need an audience all tense to see me swing! They can tell my ma how they saw my
floorless jig!"
Well hanging and a-wiving were never in my plans.
But banging and a-kniving made for such a dual dance--
Have you ever seen such a perfect pelvic dig?
Well just take a twig on my flawless, floorless jig!
Yeah, just take a twig on my flawless, floorless jig!
Well just take a twig on my flawless, floorless jig!
Michael Bradley @2002 FurnaceSongs
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