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You can always tell, when your good gal don’t want to be seen

'Cause your meals ain’t ready, the house is never clean

Just like huntin' for a needle buried in a bed of sand

That is to find a woman hasn’t got no man

Three barrels of the whiskey, mama, four barrels of gin

She said, «The headknocker’s home, daddy, and you can’t come in.»

It was early one morning, just at the close of four

When Charlie Smith knocked on Evelyn’s door

She jumped up, sweet babe, tipped on across the floor

Hollerin', «Long tall daddy, don’t you knock no more.»

It was in the loving kitchen, where they made the plot

For to poison her father and her mother in the coffee pot

Then they carried the remains, throwed it out in the yard

Killed fifteen chickens and wound that prattling dog

Policeman said to Freddie, «What do you know about this?»

Say, «I guess you’d have to go arrest poor Charlie Smith.»

Then they carried poor Charlie, put him behind the bars

Give him thirty-nine days, mama, and that ain’t all

Poor Evelyn’s in jail, with her back turned to the wall

Hollerin', «Cruel kind daddy, you know you the cause of it all.»

I’m gonna sing this time, ain’t gonna sing no more

'Cause my throat’s got dry, to where my tonsils sore

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