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Rasputina Wicked Dickie

fields he had plowed He ran for his life just to get to his cow. Oh, oh, wicked, Wicked Dickie done died. Oh, oh, Wicked Dickie done died. If you mourn for Dickie

and fields he had plowed He ran for his life just to get to his cow. Oh, oh, wicked, Wicked Dickie done died. Oh, oh, Wicked Dickie done died. If you mourn for Dickie