Original lyrics

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I got plenty of whiskey: Put them up on the shelf But I'm getting sick and tired? Bf doing??? by my Faking self Now tell me pretty mama: Tell me please don't lie Can your sweet papa stop by here: Or must I pass on by I got the faking blues: Going to sing them anywhere I Please That's the reason why: Give my poor heart some ease Lord I'm going away mama: Believe me it ain't stall Because I can get more women: Than a passenger can haul Lord I'm going to the nation: Buy me an indian squaw I'm going to raise me a family: Got me an indian ma I got the faking blues: Sing them anywhere I go Tell you the reason I sing them: My sweet mama don't Love me no more Lord I went to the river: Looking for a place to set Down I thought about my faking jellyroll: Come on back to tow