Goats Don t Shave
Crooked Jack
I m a man of the road, and I got no fixed abode,
No stranger to hard times.
What I own is on my back, and they call me Crooked Jack,
What you see is what you find.
Well I ve had my share of luck and happiness,
On many a feathered bed I ve been undressed,
A hundred girls I asked a hundred times,
Won t you come with me won t you be mine,
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Through Ireland we ll roam, Through Ireland we ll roam,
And if you won t come with me then I ll travel all alone,
Through Ireland we ll roam, Through Ireland we ll roam,
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No time for turning back, Crooked Jack.
Every man across the land would give an eye for Kitty s hand andbthe taste of her Moonshine.
Made ya dance made ya sing made ya fit for anything
And I nearly lost my mind.
Well I love that woman but I love her Whiskey more, and when the law came knocking on her door, she said
Crooked Jack am gonna say this just one time,
won t you come with me won t you be mine,
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Boss