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I met a woman who told me how
She once had these two minstrel men
It wasn't that good on either occasion
She'd tried to forget them till when
They came on the radio
Ballads like gum
In the dirts of your shoes
She was all flight in one
All fight in the second
But in both just wrung out
Like a jangly possession
She remembers a falling and hitting her head
While he went off and ransacked her room
She had work in the morning, well she had to make rent
He had nothing better to do
Than to come on the radio
With ballads like a wine stain in the rug
She was all flight in one
All fight in the second
But in both just wrung out
Like a jangly possession
I met a woman who told me how
She once had these two minstrel men
One came in on crutches, one came in with matches
A fine burn was each their intent
Then to come on the radio
With bubblegum ballads that just sit anywhere
Chew you and spit you and
Stick to your chair
She was all flight in one
All fight in the second
But in both just wrung out
Like a jangly possession
She said, I'd tell you the real story
But you'd probably just wreck it
