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SONG NOTES:

“”i need another drink””

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“”oh what a drunken fool”” i said to myself in a real hush

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and Lee turned around sober as a judge so fast

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youd think hes a prospector

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and i was a gold rush

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and right then and there i knew

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The coward Howard Lee

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seemed to have been scheming

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a plan most cowardly

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before i knew it

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i had a sharp pain in my side

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it seemed my life was ending

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in such vain and so little pride

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i heard the angel’s voices

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like trumpets in the sky

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i saw the lights on top of their head

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i heard their hue and cry

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they said “”oh cullah don’t you fret

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it aint time to say goodbye

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we aint here for you

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were here for that other guy””

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*not finished*

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slowly the world i had just left

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started coming back to me

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everything became clear

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the moment i saw howard lee was near

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i got up off the floorboards

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wiped the blood from my brow

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tapped howard lee on his shoulder

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and asked him “”how strong you feelin now?””

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i cut up into his face

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with a punch backed by angel grace

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the coward howard lee

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was the 

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oh you coward howard lee

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dont you know you to never mess with me

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LYRICS:

back in 1843

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there was a cowboy named Howard Lee

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who was known to everyone

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to act quite especially cowardly

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one brisk day

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quite brisk for the south

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he had a few too many drinks

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started runnin his mouth

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on this same day i walked into a cantina

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asked for a whiskey on the rocks

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Howard Lee turned right towards me

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started poking fun at my red socks

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i in turn turned towards him to tell him

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“they were a gift from the misses””

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“”and if you keep on talking

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“”you’ll join your wet friends the fishes””

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Lee seemed to not like this

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almost as much as i disliked him

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and almost on a whim i thought

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i ought to brace myself for a flying limb

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and whatdo you know

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i knew Lee’d throw his fist

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miss and fall down on the ground

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with a sound like a floppin fish

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but Lee got up real fast

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faster than a man could blink

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but he had his back towards me

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told the bartender