The House Over Yonder
That house over yonder is where my baby left me. She changed the keys and locked the doors
on me. Now I'm living on the streets because my baby left me. I told her mine was an honest
trade. But she wouldn't hear me. The snake was to busy whispering in her ear. I told that snake
to leave my baby alone but his smooth skin could get him into almost any heart of any women
he truly desired. I don't know what he said to my lady but if I ever see him again alone in a back
street. I'll have some new boots. So i guess I'll go over yonder to a new house and start a new
life again. And just as I started to have a new love life again, I saw some snake spit on the
grass again.
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