I'm just a bad boy, long long ways from home. I'm just a bad boy, long long ways from home. But I ain't got nobody to bury me when I'm dead and gone.
Well I'm the cat that scratches and I'm like a dog that bites. I'll be your box of matches, baby, when you need a light.
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I used to have a little girl, only 16 years old, But her mom and dad put me way out, way out in the cold. I can't stay here no longer, my luck is running slow. Gotta keep on moving but I ain't got no place to go.
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