Go see what the boys in the Backroom will have And tell them I’m having the same. Go see what the boys in the Backroom will have Give them the poison they name. And when I die, don’t spend my money On flowers and my picture in a frame. Just see what the boys in the Backroom will have Tell them I sighed Tell them I cried And tell them I died of the same. And when I die, don’t pay the preacher For speaking of my glory and my fame.
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Just see what the boys in the Backroom will have Tell them I sighed Tell them I cried And tell them I died of the same. And when I die, don’t buy a casket Of silver with candles all aflame. Just see what the boys in the Backroom will have Tell them I sighed Tell them I cried And tell them I died of the same.
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