Boys I've shaven my knuckled head, for to cushion my pillow case
Boys I've traded the laces of my boots, for 'em I got an ol' spoon, now to get some food
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Boys I've sold off my last buttons of brass, they got me a loaf of bread, now to make it last
Every night I sing all the boys to sleep, in the nights dark war hard boys join me... weep
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Boys I've got no of nothin' left to trade, so I cut off my ear and went to the gate
The unsmiling guards, in their buffalo voices said, 'we need more'
I severed my left hand I pulled all my teeth, I left on my right hand to wield my piece
I disconnected my testicles, gave 'em to the prison guards, but, the guards said we need more
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HANG ALL MY BELONGINGS ON A ONE INCH NAIL