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I'm in the lock-up twenty days, Just twenty days ago. I met a judge, the kind old judges who was feeling fine and so, He gave me just a year in jail, A sociable sort of gink. All on account of a gallon of beer, That I thought I could drink. |: In eleven months and ten more days, I'll be out of the calaboose. In eleven months and ten more days, They're going to turn me loose. :| |
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