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Originally Posted by Encryptus
True story. Wrote and it and taught to daughters when they were little, used to sing it all the time.
Chorus.
You stole my wife you horse thief.
Rustled her right out of my arms.
Now I miss my honey my heifer.
And all of her bovine charms.
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You must be a ghost... cause no wife is goina let you live after that!