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THE BUCKSKIN BAG OF GOLD (Henry Clay Work) Last night I met him on the train, A man with lovely eyes; And he gave me such a scorching glance Of sweetly charm'd surprise. I knew 'twas he the lady meant, Who once my fortune told, By his jet black eyes, his grand moustache And his buckskin bag of gold cho: Yes! Yes! he is the man Who does your fortune hold, He has jet black eyes, a grand moustache And a buckskin bag of gold. Tall! Slim! quick as a flash! And twenty two years old, He has jet black eyes, a grand moustache And a buckskin bag of gold! The dearest man you ever saw How much I love him now, And if I should live a thousand years No other hears my vow. Like Judas, no, like Jupiter He looked so brave and bold, With his jet black eyes, his grand moustache And his buckskin bag of gold Sweet boy, bring me The Morning Call Perchance I'll find his name, At the Grand Hotel he must have stopped I wonder when he came. He must have charmed those Lumpkin girls So haughty, proud and cold; By his jet black eyes, his grand moustache And his buckskin bag of gold How can I seek a name unknown? Oh, tell me where he went! What is this I read! Why Papa's bank Is robbed of every cent! The thief, it seems, left town last night Well, well! I'm nocely sold He had jet black eyes, his grand moustache And a buckskin bag of gold @flirting @outlaw filename[ BUCKBAG TUNE FILE: BUCKBAG CLICK TO PLAY RG apr96  8note Sheet |
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