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William Knave

from Coroner & Knives by Al Duvall

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I don’t like you William Knave I don’t like you William Knave You could change your name to Jesus Christ and still I’d spit on your grave, You ruined my business with your vicious lie You took your greasy thumb and plum put out my eye You poisoned my dogs and threw them down my well You tend to make my life a miserable hell, I married your cousin in your shotgun’s sight Her teeth are like the stars they come out at night She stole my whisky and sold it in town It’s enough to make a Quaker slap his grandma down, I caught you at my windowsill stealing a cake I set you on fire and beat you out with a rake They sent me to the gallows my neck for to break But the hangman was so drunk he hanged himself by mistake

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from Coroner & Knives, released March 20, 2005

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