| A bunch of guys was in this bar room
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| Most of them had been there half the day
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| They’d been telling jokes and fairy tales lying
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| Just to pass the time away
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| Then suddenly someone cracked the bar room door
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| And then pushed it open wide
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| And this huge tall dark dude
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| Bowed his head and stepped inside
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| I wonder where he’s from?
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| Some blonde asked
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| The wind must have blown him in
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| But an old Dutchman offered him a drink
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| What will it be, whisky, rum or gin?
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| Sick him Fido, a redhead shouted
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| Show him his way back to the street
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| But the Great Dane just walked over and licked his hand
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| And lay down at his feet
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| He said if you spare me that drink, Dutchman
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| I promise I’ll tell you how
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| That I came to be the helpless sight
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| That stands before you now
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| I used to be an artist
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| Not one who sits and fiddle out on the curb
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| But in my day and time
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| My music was considered superb
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| I wrote a song about a poor kid
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| Raised down in New Orleans
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| It didn’t make the hall of fame
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| But it bought us shrimp, rice and beans
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| He kept at it until it made the big time
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| Playing town after town
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| Until he met a woman he fell in love with
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| And it really turned his life around
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| She had eyes like Cleopatra
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| And a head of luxurious hair
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| With the brilliance of her beauty
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| None other could compare
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| When she lifted her eyes to his
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| Her lips would fall apart
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| Each time she allowed him kiss her
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| It near petrified his heart
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| But when he ask her would she marry him
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| He’d give her everything he had
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| She turned and walked away
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| And it nearly drove him mad
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| He promised her a half a million
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| And would even pay in advance
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| If she would let him prove himself
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| Or at least give him a chance
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| And if he should go blind
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| And had to use his hands to feel
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| He would hire someone to do her work
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| And prepare her every meal
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| How could a man love a woman so much?
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| Not one of you would think!
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| Well, I did and I still do
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| Hey Dutchman, you promised me a drink! |