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I'm just an old, old skinner And I don't ask much of anyone Just give me a good old sharp drawer knife And a cool drink when I'm done I'm just an old, old skinner And I don't ask much of anyone Put an edge on that there old spoke shave And let me get her done I'll skin them whole until I'm old, old, old And gray as they turn gray under the sun I'm just an old, old skinner And I don't ask much of anyone Just give me a good old sharp drawer knife And a cool drink when I'm done From Letras Mania