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If the folks next door to me werent so good
Id do all the mean things anybody could
Id drink and Id gamble and Id louse around
Id be the meanest man in this whole town
If I hadnt seen the light in that old ladys eyes
Id try to be a man you would hate and despise
Id rave and Id rant and Id scream and yell
And Id chase my neighbors from here to hell
If I hadnt heard those kids laugh playing games
Id have nervous fits, Id go insane
Id turpentine cats and tin can dogs
Id smother people to death inside of hollow logs
If the people around me wasnt so nice
Id freeze my heart into a cake of ice
Steal money from soldiers and working folks too
Id lend you a dollar and take back two
If my wife didnt kiss me the way she does
Id carry four or five daggers and three or four guns
Id shoot craps and ramble and hang out late
Id steal baby buggies and Cadillac Eights
If my friends didnt write me those letters I get
Id be a dictator, the worse one yet
Id be the only smart bird, youd all be fools
Send you all away to war and Id stay home and rule
If it wasnt for them songs I hear you all sing
Id put a crown on my dome and Id say Im your king
Id kidnap some and blackmail others
Id peddle black market stuff and rob sisters and brothers
If it werent for your talking I hear on the street
Id be the orneriest man that you ever did meet
Id preach the gospel of hate and Id drink your blood
But I cant be this bad because my folks are too good
No I cant be this bad because my folks are too good
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