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Wall no I can't tell whar he lives	A
Becase he don't live you see	B
Leastways he's got out of the habit	C
Of livin' like you and me	B
Whar have you been for the last three year	D
That you haven't heard folks tell	E
How Jimmy Bludso passed in his checks	F
The night of the Prairie Belle	E
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He weren't no saint them engineers	G
Is all pretty much alike	H
One wife in Natchez under the Hill	I
And another one here in Pike	H
A keerless man in his talk was Jim	J
And an awkward hand in a row	K
But he never flunked and he never lied	L
I reckon he never knowed how	M
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And this was all the religion he had	N
To treat his engine well	E
Never be passed on the river	O
To mind the pilot's bell	E
And if ever the Prairie Belle took fire	O
A thousand times he swore	P
He'd hold her nozzle agin the bank	Q
Till the last soul got ashore	P
	-
All boats has their day on the Mississip	R
And her day come at last	S
The Movastar was a better boat	T
But the Belle she wouldn't be passed	S
And so she come tearin' along that night	U
The oldest craft on the line	V
With a nigger squat on her safety valve	W
And her furnace crammed rosin and pine	V
	-
The fire bust out as she clared the bar	X
And burnt a hole in the night	U
And quick as a flash she turned and made	Y
For that willer bank on the right	U
There was runnin' and cursin' but Jim yelled out	Z
Over all the infernal roar	P
I'll hold her nozzle agin the bank	Q
Till the last galoot's ashore	P
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Through the hot black breath of the burnin' boat	T
Jim Bludso's voice was heard	A2
And they all had trust in his cussedness	G
And knowed he would keep his word	A2
And sure's you're born they all got off	B2
Afore the smokestacks fell	E
And Bludso's ghost went up alone	C2
In the smoke of the Prairie Belle	E
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He weren't no saint but at jedgment	A2
I'd run my chance with Jim	J
'Longside of some pious gentlemen	D2
That wouldn't shook hands with him	J
He seen his duty a dead sure thing	E2
And went for it thar and then	F2
And Christ ain't a going to be too hard	A2
On a man that died for men	F2

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