Henry Mancini – He Shouldnt-A Hadnt-A Oughtnt-A Swang On Me (Guitar)

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 He sleeps out there, out where the coyotes wail,

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 The reason he ain't at the bar with the boys,

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 Makes quite a dismal tale ...

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 He shouldn't-a, hadn't-a, oughtn't-a swang on me,

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 He oughtn't-a, shouldn't-a, hadn't-a, no siree.

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 You don't get many callers,

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 Sleeping on the lone prairie.

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 But he shouldn't-a, hadn't-a, oughtn't-a swang on me.

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 Way out West we're wild and wooly,

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 In order to explain it fully:

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 We're tall grown,  all grown,

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 All the men are hairy-chested,

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 And all the women, double-breasted.

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 We're lady-like until molested,

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 And then we're on our own!

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 He shouldn't-a, hadn't-a, oughtn't-a swang on me,

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 He oughtn't-a shouldn't-a hadn't-a felt so free.

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 His wife gets the insurance,

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 And I'm sorry as can be,

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 But he shouldn't-a, hadn't-a, oughtn't-a swang on me.

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 This here job is mighty tryin',

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 Sometimes the room is fairly flyin' with

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  High-balls,  eye-balls.

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 One got killed, somebody got 'im,

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 Tore up the joint from top to bottom.

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 I think I was that one that shot him,

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 As near as I recall.

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 He shouldn't-a, hadn't-a, oughtn't-a swang on me,

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 He massacred eight or nine men at the Lazy "B".

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 He then took on the sheriff, and the sheriff's deputy,

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 But he shouldn't-a, hadn't-a, oughtn't-a swang on me.

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 All you boys remember Harry,

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 The wrangler I was set to marry,

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 A long man,  strong man.

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 One night he yells, "I'm from Texas!"

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 And socks me in my solar plexus.

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 Well having normal, good reflexes,

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 I knocked him on his can!

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 He shouldn't-a, hadn't-a, oughtn't-a blacked my eye,

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 I'm really a lovable, peaceable kind of guy.

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 I wouldn't scare a rabbit, and I couldn't harm a flea,

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 But he shouldn't-a, hadn't-a, oughtn't-a swang on me.

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 If this story has a moral,

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 It's: When you're looking for a quarrel or

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  Show Down.  "Slow down."

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 If by now, you haven't mastered,

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 The gentle art of getting plastered,

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 You're just a Low-Down, you ain't mastered,

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 The motto of our town!

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 You shouldn't-a, hadn't-a, oughtn't-a start no fight,

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 Our burying ground is a most impressive sight.

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 The message on them tombstones is as simple as can be,

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 He shouldn't-a, hadn't-a, oughtn't-a swang on me,

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 He shouldn't-a, hadn't-a, oughtn't-a swang on me!