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False hearts have been my downfall pretty women have been my craze i'm sure my false hearted lover will drive me to my lonesome grave they'll bite the hand that feeds them spend all the money you can save from your heart weave silk garder build their dog house on your grave when my earthly stay is over stick my dead body in the sea just tell my false hearted lover that the whales will fuss over me baggy clothes dropping from my body, wolves howlin round my door the man who won my darling girl feel the bite of my 44 corn whiskey has raped my body false lover has a buried my soul i've travelled this whole world wide over pleasure on earth i can not find come and take this timely warning get you both for young and old the men have no use for you when your dark hair turns to gold take warning you very young ladies if your love and honor you have sold dont try to buy a womans love with the last dollar of your gold when my earthly stay is over stick my dead body in the sea just tell my false hearted lover that the whales will fuss over me (Gracias a Marietta La Traidora por esta letra) From Letras Mania