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Well, you wake up in the morning, hear the dingdong ring,
Ya go marchin' to the table, ya see the same old things, All on one table, knife, a fork and a pan, And it ya say a thing about it, you're in trouble with the man. Chorus: Oh, let the Midnight Special shine her light on me, Let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin' light on me. Oh, if you ever go to Houston, oh, man, ya better walk right, Ya better not stagger, Lord knows, you'd better not fight. Sheriff he'll arrest you, he'll carry ya down, And if the jury finds ya guilty, you're penitentiary boun'. (Chorus) "O yonder comes Miss Rosie!" "How in the world do ya know?" "Well, I knowed her by her apron and the dress she wore, Umbrella on her shoulder, a piece of paper in her han'. She goes a-walkin' to the captain, said, 'Turn loose my man!'" (Chorus) Well, I'm goin'-a leave you, and my time ain't long, I'll be done wi' my grievin' and my great long song. (Chorus) |
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My man packed his trunks, said, "I'm a-goin' away,"
Packed his trunks and said, "I'm goin' away, And I won't be back until ya change your funny ways." And he said, "I'll write you soon's I find the time, Honey, I'll write you soon's I find the time." He's been gone so long, I guess he just couldn't spare the dime. And he said, "I'm leavin', almost breaks my heart, Honey, I'm leavin', almost breaks my heart, But, remember, sometime the best of friends must part." And I run, run to my window, train go rollin' by, Run to window, train go rollin' by. I got the blues so bad that I could lay me down and die. Now, hey, hey, mister mailman, did ya bring me any news? Hey, mister mailman, bring me any news? Well, if I didn't get a letter, I got the special delivery blues. |
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First time I see the boll weevil,
Sittin' on the square. Next time I seen him, Had his family there. Chorus: "Hey, boll weevil, Where's your native home?" "Way down in the bottom, 'Neath the cotton and corn." Farmer asked the merchant, "Gimme a little meat, a little meal." "Ain't nothin' doin', old man, Boll weevil in your fiel'. (Chorus) First time I see the boll weevil, Sittin' on the square. Next time I seen him, Had his family there. |
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