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Josie
Josie went to the barroom,
Ordered up a glass of beer;
Said, "Tell me the truth, bartender,
Has my true love been here?
He's my man,
But he ain't come home."
"I ain't gonna tell you no secrets,
I ain't gonna tell you no lies,
But I saw your man a while ago
And I couldn't believe my eyes.
He's your man,
But he won't come home."
Josie drank her beer,
Ordered up a glass of gin;
Said, "Ain't it a shame, bartender,
I'm takin' to drink again?
'Cause he's my man,
But he won't come home."
Josie went down the street,
Revolver In her hand,
Sayin', "Stand back, gents and ladies,
I'm lookin' for my man.
He's my man,
But he won't come home."
Josie saw her lover
And her revolver drew.
Then Josie pulled the trigger,
Shot him through and through.
He was her man,
But he wouldn't come home.
One thing hurt miss Josie,
One thing made her" cry,
Standin' there in the jailhouse door,
As the hearse came rollin' by:
He was her man,
But he won't come home.
Sittin' in the parlor
By an electric fan,
Pleadin' with her sister,
"Don't marry a gamblin' man.
He'll be your man,
But he won't come home."
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