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saw me graft, how the jury laughed, For I was out of luck. In making little ones out of big ones there for sixty days. I

Little Rock I cracked a safe for twenty thousand bones, bumped a cove in Covington, the bulls they got me dead, And

of little rocks, they set me cracking great big stones. When I in the Calaboose, they served me water with my bread. But when

sold the hicks some gold bricks in Nashville, Tennessee. The I went up the river, it really was a shame, I