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In the cold night dreary, I sit by the old coal stove
I wish I had bought more coal today
Helga rests in the parlor as her ol’ bag of bones clatter
-knees knocking, elbows squeaking
Something in there, sure is reeking
I should have bought the damn coal
I got drunk instead down at “The Rooster’s Inn”
on “Norsk Brew” and cheap gin
Now all I’ve got is an ol’ bag of bones

The prairie meadows are long and wide
I can see it is snowing outside
Helga snores now and jumps awake
The dog just bit her like a snake
Now I know what up and stunk
Ol’ dog Henry got it with a skunk
I think I will try to shut my eyes weary
and dream of getting drunk,
these ol’ bag of bones

-Jimmy The Mustasche Man