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Well I've come here to tell you boys I'm ragged but I'm right
I'm a tramp and a rounder I stay out late at night
I pour a high steak three times a day for my board
That's more than any loafer in this old town can afford
A big electric fan keep me cool while I sleep
A little baby boy play around daddy's feet
I'm a rounder I'm a gambler Lord I lead every fight
I tell you boys I'm ragged but I'm right
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When I got married I knew I'd settled down
I build a little lovenest right near in my hometown
Now I've got a family one that I'm proud of
I know that they'll be happy cause I'm the one they love
A big electric fan keep me cool...