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Harrison Town Come all you rambling, gambling boys Wherever you may be. And listen to this story And shun bad company. I know I've been a curious lad I know I've broke the law, But I'll step out and hear them shout For me in Arkansaw. As I rode down to Harrison town A couple of days ago I turned my face toward the west To Eureka I did go; The Harrison crowd that followed me They knew I'd have no doubt, That I would lay in the Berryville jail Before the week was out. They captured me on Kings River, boys I might have killed the crowd. If it were not for the ball and chain That rang so clear and loud; My ma, she came and scorned at me She said to shut my jaw, There's never been a meaner man In the hills of Arkansaw. They took me down to Berryville, boys I went through the courts of law. So I took my ride on the marshal's side To Little Rock, Arkansaw Oh, listen, all you gambling boys Here's what stands over my case It's the big bay horse, the noble horse That I rode in the race. Oh, there is one thing that I've left out To you I'm going to tell, And that is the girl, the pretty little girl The girl I loved so well. If ever I gain my liberty Have bread and meat to chaw I'll stay at home with the pretty little girl In Carroll County, Arkansaw. Recorded by Lorraine Lee RG OCT98
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