It was late last night when Willie came home
I heard him a-rapping on the door
He's aslipping and a-sliding with his new shoes on
Papa said, Willie don't you rap no more

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Way downtown, foolin' around
Took me to the jail
Oh me and it's oh my
No one to go my bail

I wish I was over at my sweet Sally's house
A-sitting in that big armchair
One arm around my old guitar
And the other one around my dear

One old shirt is about all I've got
And a dollar is all that I crave
I brought nothin' with me into this old world
Ain't a-gonna take nothin' to my grave

I wish I had a needle and some thread
Just as fine as I could sew
I'd sew all the good looking girls to my back
And down the road I'd go