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For the sake of guilty conscience and the heart that ticks the	A
time	B
Of the clockworks of my nature I desire to say that I'm	B
A weak and sinful creature as regards my daily walk	C
The last five years and better It ain't worth while to talk	C
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I've been too mean to tell it I've been so hard you see	D
And full of pride and onry now there's the word for me	D
Just onry and to show you I'll give my history	D
With vital points in question and I think you'll all agree	D
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I was always stiff and stubborn since I could recollect	E
And had an awful temper and never would reflect	E
And always into trouble I remember once at school	F
The teacher tried to flog me and I reversed that rule	F
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O I was bad I tell you And it's a funny move	G
That a fellow wild as I was could ever fall in love	H
And it's a funny notion that an animal like me	D
Under a girl's weak fingers was as tame as tame could be	D
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But it's so and sets me thinking of the easy way she had	I
Of cooling down my temper though I'd be fighting mad	I
'My Lion Queen' I called her when a spell of mine occurred	J
She'd come in a den of feelings and quell them with a word	J
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I'll tell you how she loved me and what her people thought	K
When I asked to marry Annie they said 'they reckoned not	L
That I cut too many didoes and monkey shines to suit	M
Their idea of a son in law and I could go to boot '	-
	-
I tell you that thing riled me Why I felt my face turn white	N
And my teeth shut like a steel trap and the fingers of my right	N
Hand pained me with their pressure all the rest's a mystery	D
Till I heard my Annie saying 'I'm going too you see '	-
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We were coming through the gateway and she wavered for a spell	O
When she heard her mother crying and her raving father yell	O
That she wa'n't no child of his'n like an actor in a play	P
We saw at Independence coming through the other day	P
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Well that's the way we started And for days and weeks and	Q
months	R
And even years we journeyed on regretting never once	S
Of starting out together upon the path of life	T
Akind o' sort o' husband but a mighty loving wife	T
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And the cutest little baby little Grace I see her now	U
A standin' on the pig pen as her mother milked the cow	U
And I can hear her shouting as I stood unloading straw	V
'I'm ain't as big as papa but I'm biggerest'n ma '	-
	-
Now folks that never married don't seem to understand	W
That a little baby's language is the sweetest ever planned	W
Why I tell you it's pure music and I'll just go on to say	P
That I sometimes have a notion that the angels talk that way	P
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There's a chapter in this story I'd be happy to destroy	X
I could burn it up before you with a mighty sight of joy	X
But I'll go ahead and give it not in detail no my friend	Y
For it takes five years of reading before you find the end	Y
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My Annie's folks relented at least in some degree	D
They sent one time for Annie but they didn't send for me	D
The old man wrote the message with a heart as hot and dry	Z
As a furnace 'Annie Mullen come and see your mother die '	-
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I saw the slur intended why I fancied I could see	D
The old man shoot the insult like a poison dart at me	D
And in that heat of passion I swore an inward oath	A2
That if Annie pleased her father she could never please us both	A2
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I watched her dark and sullen as she hurried on her shawl	B2
I watched her calm and cruel though I saw her tear drops fall	B2
I watched her cold and heartless though I heard her moaning	C2
call	B2
For mercy from high Heaven and I smiled throughout it all	B2
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Why even when she kissed me and her tears were on my brow	U
As she murmured 'George forgive me I must go to mother now '	-
Such hate there was within me that I answered not at all	B2
But calm and cold and cruel I smiled throughout it all	B2
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But a shadow in the doorway caught my eye and then the face	D2
Full of innocence and sunshine of little baby Grace	D2
And I snatched her up and kissed her and I softened through and	Q
through	E2
For a minute when she told me 'I must kiss her muvver too '	-
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I remember at the starting how I tried to freeze again	F2
As I watched them slowly driving down the little crooked lane	G2
When Annie shouted something that ended in a cry	Z
And how I tried to whistle and it fizzled in a sigh	Z
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I remember running after with a glimmer in my sight	N
Pretending I'd discovered that the traces wasn't right	N
And the last that I remember as they disappeared from view	E2
Was little Grace a calling 'I see papa Howdy do '	-
	-
And left alone to ponder I again took up my hate	H2
For the old man who would chuckle that I was desolate	I2
And I mouthed my wrongs in mutters till my pride called up the	A
pain	G2
His last insult had given me until I smiled again	F2
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Till the wild beast in my nature was raging in the den	F2
With no one now to quell it and I wrote a letter then	F2
Full of hissing things and heated with so hot a heat of hate	H2
That my pen flashed out black lightning at a most terrific rate	H2
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I wrote that 'she had wronged me when she went away from me	D
Though to see her dying mother 'twas her father's victory	D
And a woman that could waver when her husband's pride was rent	J2
Was no longer worthy of it ' And I shut the house and went	J2
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To tell of my long exile would be of little good	K2
Though I couldn't half way tell it and I wouldn't if I could	K2
I could tell of California of a wild and vicious life	T
Of trackless plains and mountains and the Indian's	L2
scalping knife	T
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I could tell of gloomy forests howling wild with threats of	H
death	M2
I could tell of fiery deserts that have scorched me with their	N2
breath	M2
I could tell of wretched outcasts by the hundreds great and	Q
small	B2
And could claim the nasty honor of the greatest of them all	B2
	-
I could tell of toil and hardship and of sickness and disease	O2
And hollow eyed starvation but I tell you friend that these	O2
Are trifles in comparison with what a fellow feels	P2
With that bloodhound Remorsefulness forever at his heels	P2
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I remember worn and weary of the long long years of care	N2
When the frost of time was making early harvest of my hair	N2
I remember wrecked and hopeless of a rest beneath the sky	Z
My resolve to quit the country and to seek the East and die	Z
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I remember my long journey like a dull oppressive dream	Q2
Across the empty prairies till I caught the distant gleam	Q2
Of a city in the beauty of its broad and shining stream	Q2
On whose bosom flocked together float the mighty swans of	H
steam	Q2
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I remember drifting with them till I found myself again	F2
In the rush and roar and rattle of the engine and the train	G2
And when from my surroundings something spoke of child and wife	T
It seemed the train was rumbling through a tunnel in my life	T
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Then I remember something like a sudden burst of light	N
That don't exactly tell it but I couldn't tell it right	N
A something clinging to me with its arms around my neck	R2
A little girl for instance or an angel I expect	E
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For she kissed me cried and called me 'her dear papa ' and I	Z
felt	S2
My heart was pure virgin gold and just about to melt	S2
And so it did it melted in a mist of gleaming rain	G2
When she took my hand and whispered 'My mama's on the train '	-
	-
There's some things I can dwell on and get off pretty well	O
But the balance of this story I know I couldn't tell	O
So I ain't going to try it for to tell the reason why	Z
I'm so chicken hearted lately I'd be certain 'most to cry	Z

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