.Come day, go day
Wish in my heart it were Sunday
Drinking buttermilk thru the week
Whiskey on a Sunday
He sits in the corner of old beggar's bush
On top of an old packing crate
He has three wooden dolls that can dance and can sing
And he croons with a smile on his fa.
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