When my mind gets to recalling

All the happy times we had,

Good red liquor and tobacco

Gets to tasting kind o' bad.

You remember on your birthday

How I drove 'round kind o' late,

And we went to Donkey Collins'

To a dance, to celebrate?

When you got up in my wagon,

Bless my heart, you sure was sweet!

You was bound that you'd go barefoot,

'Cause your new shoes hurt your feet.

Well, I tell you, pretty Nancy,

Every minute of that ride

Seemed like floating through the heavens,

'Cause you set there by my side.

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When we pulled up at old Collins',

Quite a bunch was there before,

You could hear the fiddler calling,

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