GRATEFUL DEAD - Mathilda lyrics

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Hey Mathilda, Mathilda, Mathilda She take my money and run, Venezuela Five hundred dollars friends I lost Poor man even sell my cab and horse Matilda, she take my money and run Venezuela Well the money was to buy my house and land Then she got a serious plan Well the money was just inside my bed Stuck up in the pillow beneath my head Well my friends never to love again All my money gone in vain