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It's Ambeen the Cruin of Dmany a poor Fboy,
And AmGod, I Eknow, I'm Amone.E C Am D E A Fm
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Down Amin New EOrleans.Am E Am C E A DmF
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And tAmhe only tCime, he'Ds satisfied, Fis when
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Not to Amdo what CI have E7done -
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And iAmt's been Cthe ruin Dof many a pFoor boy,
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