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Cash Johnny Oh Bury Me Not

And right me Sometimes when I turn aside And guide me on that long, dim trail ahead That Stretched upward toward the great divide Oh, bury me not on

And right me Sometimes when I turn aside And guide me on that long, dim trail ahead That Stretched upward toward the great divide Oh, bury me not on

right me Sometimes when I turn aside And guide me on that long, dim trail ahead That Stretched upward toward the great divide Oh, bury me not on the

right me Sometimes when I turn aside And guide me on that long, dim trail ahead That Stretched upward toward the great divide Oh, bury me not on the

dick-end Clock tickin', sickin' and stickin' these rhymes inside of a beat When really nobody's listen White trash, Johnny No-Cash Tried to sell weed but thugs slapped me