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Well maybe it's been just a couple of hours It could be a week, I lost track I've been callin' all over To say I'm sorry 'n I'm sober Woman, when are you comin' back? Well the voice in my head said you'd found a new man It told me the pain wouldn't end Well that voice drove me nuts as the pain in my guts That forced me off liquor again I'll cut off my legs if you don't come back home And you'll have that resting on you And I'll still get real drunk and I'll swear by me stumps For lack of a better thing to do We'll I'll cut off my arms if you don't come back home And together you and I will grow old And you'll come back solely to feed me and roll me Whereever I wish to be rolled Well he managed to get through a leg and a half He bled to death as far as we could tell It was almost a month before police found what stunk And the neighbors complained of the smell From Letras Mania