Madam could look in your hand-- Never seen you before-- And tell you more than You'd want to know. She could tell you about love, And money, and such. And she wouldn't Charge you much. A fellow came one day. Madam took him in. She treated him like He was her kin. Gave him money to gamble. She gave him bread, And let him sleep in her Walnut bed. Friends tried to tell her Dave meant her no good. Looks like she could've knowed it If she only would. He mistreated her terrible, Beat her up bad. Then went off and left her. Stole all she had. She tried to find out What road he took. There wasn't a trace No way she looked. That woman who could foresee What your future meant, Couldn't tell, to save her, Where Dave went.
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