Down where that Southern rail
Crosses the Yellow Dog,
I met an old auctioneer,
I heard his monologue
He said "I got horses,
I got mules, I got sheep;
Some I want to sell boy
And some I want to keep.

I got a tale or two
That I need to tell;
Sit down beside me
And rest yourself a spell.
I've lived a good long life
And I've no regrets;
Let me tell my story
Before I forget.
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Look down that lonesome road
Before you travel on;
I hate to say goodbye
So I'll just say so long.

See the way that bay horse rides,
Seems just like a sin,
That horse is broke in two
He lost his coupling pin
Yonder there's aman [bad word] He broke his poor heart son;
His head is empty,
His bread is just not done.

Look at that old mule there,
The one with one life left;
He's half blind but
There's work in that mule yet.
He carries a heavy load boy,
I know him well,
They never did give that mule
No back up bell
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They say whisky slows you down,
It clouds up your thinking;
As long as they make whisky
I say just keep on drinking.
long as life keeps hitting hard
drink will help you take it;
As long as we drink whisky
They'll keep on making it.

Some folks have to slow down
If theyare maimed or lame,
Other folks keep moving,
They keep rocking on the same.
I walk like an old fox
And shake my big old tail
Even though there's a [bad word] hound
He's a-sniffing on my tail.
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Just kick that old dog
And make sure that he's dead,
Some man needs another dog,
Don't you hang your little head.
There's gonna be a lot more living
After I am gone;
I'll leave a little something for you
To get your share done.
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