Late Last Night
It was late last night when Willie came home
I heard him a-rapping on the door
He's aslipping and a-sliding with his new shoes on
Papa said, Willie don't you rap no more
Chorus
Way downtown, foolin' around
Took me to the jail
Oh me and it's oh my
No one to go my bail
I wish I was over at my sweet Sally's house
A-sitting in that big armchair
One arm around my old guitar
And the other one around my dear
One old shirt is about all I've got
And a dollar is all that I crave
I brought nothin' with me into this old world
Ain't a-gonna take nothin' to my grave
I wish I had a needle and some thread
Just as fine as I could sew
I'd sew all the good looking girls to my back
And down the road I'd go
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