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Came into town all dressed in blackStetson hat and a gold tooth guitar slung across his backWalked into the pawn shop and he stuck out his handSaid hey Mr. Pawnbroker what'll you give me for this wedding bandA fair price I'll give you not a penny lessBut I'm curious about you I must confessWhat is your story won't you tell it to meWhat makes you think you deserve my sympathyHey Mr. Pawnbroker he replied do you have a wifeDo you think she thinks about you every minute of your lifeIs her name Coretta does she have a rose tattooDo you know who she was married to before she was married to youNow I must be leaving to catch a train out westMaybe you'll think twice before asking someone to confessI'm a holiness preacher I been born anewLook for me on Sundays I'll be somewhere preaching the blues From Letras Mania