All my bones, they are gone, gone, gone! Take my bones, I donāt need none. Cold, cold cupboard, lord, nothinā to chew on! Suck all day on a cherry stone. Dig a little hole not three inches roundā Spit your pit in a hole in the ground. Weep upon the spot for the starvinā of me! āTil up grow a fine young cherry tree. When the bough breaks, what will you make for me? A little willow cabin to rest on your knee. Well, what will I do with a trinket such as this? Think of your woman whoās gone to the west. But Iām starvinā and freezinā in my measly old bed! Then Iāll crawl across the salt flats, to stroke your sweet head. Come! Across the desert with no shoes on! I love you truly, or I love no one.
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