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I found me a bag of knives, all sitting in an old junk tree
I took it back home to my mama dear, she hit me with a stone eye stare

I took that bag to the policeman, I took it to the parish priest
Nobody wants the word on a bag of knives, they threw me out in the street

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Now I got me a bag of knives
Six cleavers and a bone white shank
So get me a meeting with the mister mayor
I got something I got to say

But nothing gets down like a hole in the ground, nothing gets done like dirt
I put those cleavers in the holedark ground, I put the cleavers in the holedark dirt

I sent that sin down to Mister Jones, I sent that bag to hell
But I swear that bag crawls back to me, dragging stink across the bar room floor

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I tell my tale to the mister mayor, I tell my tale to the street
And mister mayor knows I've got an old junk tree all hanging down low with blades

They tied me to the trunk of that old junk tree, wrapped me up fine in rags
Now I'm waiting for the devil with a bag of knives, six cleavers and a bone white shank

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from Sinatra's Bones (album, 2014), released March 1, 2014

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"Floyd Thursby has a fascinating voice. But of course, all that would be insignificant without great songs as vehicles for that voice. Thursby has armfuls of them." (Rhythms magazine)

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