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That I couldn’t get you out last night!
That I couldn’t get you out last night!


On my father all my hopes were pinned.

I was stuck

my father wasn’t in.
On my father all my hopes were pinned.
I was stuck; my father wasn’t in.


I was stuck, imprisoned at your whim!

Doesn’t that make you contrite?
I was stuck, imprisoned at your whim!
Doesn’t that make you contrite?


Don’t you know I did my best?

I tried!

This is all my fault, of course, that’s known.
Don’t you know I did my best? I tried!
This is all my fault, of course, that’s known.


Anyway, my father came back home
but your freedom he would not condone

‘til I promised him that I’d—
Anyway, my father came back home
but your freedom he would not condone
‘til I promised him that I’d—
