The Ballad Of Frank Dupree

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Come on my friends. Through out the land.
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Take this, advice from me.

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Quit your drinkin', that old brandy.
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Don't live like Frank Dupree.
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Frank he was captured, and he went to trial.
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The judge said, you'll never be free.

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You'll be hung on the gallows tree.

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Mother and father, won't you come here.
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Come see the last, of your son.
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Do you see what the ramblin and drinkin the rum.
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And the spoiled life has done.

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Lookin at my mother, these words she said to me.
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Oh son. Oh son, what have you done.
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That you've be hung on the gallows tree.

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Well I've courted many girls
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With a dark and rollin eyes.
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I ask my love, for to marry me.
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And no was her reply.

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We walked along quite easily.
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From the hills we came on down.
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I stabbed her with my little thin knife.
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And she fell off on the ground.


[Instrumental]

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So listen to, these words I say.
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Don't let, yourself become.
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A lover, of this dreadful life.
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And a drinker of the rum.