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Oh that Rock Island Line is a mighty good road, Oh that Rock Island Line is that road to ride, Oh that Rock Island Line is a mighty good road, If you want to ride, you got to ride it like you find it, Get your ticket at the station on the Rock Island Line. Jesus died to save our sins--hooray to God, We're going to meet him again! [Chorus] I may be right and I may be wrong, You are going to miss me when I'm gone! [Chorus] A, B, C, W, X, Y and Z Cats in the cupboard, but they don't see me! [Chorus] |
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Bill Martin he was long an' slender,
Better known by bein' a bartender. Bill Martin he was long an' slender, Better known by bein' a bartender. Bill Martin he was a man whut had a very small hand He worked ev'y night at de coffee stand. Bill Martin he was a man whut had a very small hand He worked ev'y night at de coffee stand. He walked out for to borrow a gun' Something Bill Martin had never done. Ella Speed was downtown havin' her lovin' fun, Long came Bill Martin wid his Colt 41. De fust ball it entered in po' Ella's side, De nex' ball entered in her breas', De third ball it entered in her head; Dat's de ball dat put po' Ella to bed. All de young gals eome a-runnin'an'cryin', All de young gals come a-runnin'an'a-cryin', "It ain' but de one thing worry de po' gal's min'- She lef' her two lil boys behin'." De deed dat Bill Martin done' Jedge sentence: "You gonna be hung." De deed dat Bill Martin done' Jedge sentence: "You gonna be hung." They taken Bill Martin to de freight depot, An' de train come rollin' by, He wave his han' at de woman dat he love An' he hung down his head an' he cry. All you young girls better take heed' Don' you do like po' Ella Speed; Some day you will go for to have a lil fun An'a man will do you like Bill Martin done. |
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When it rains five days and the skies turn dark as night
When it rains five days and the skies turn dark as night Then trouble's takin' place In the lowlands at night I woke up this mornin', can't even get out of my door I woke up this mornin', can't even get out of my door There's been enough trouble To make a poor girl wonder where she wants to go Then they rowed a little boat about five miles 'cross the pond Then they rowed a little boat about five miles 'cross the pond I packed all my clothes Throwed them in and they rowed me along When it thunders and lightnin' and when the wind begins to blow When it thunders and lightnin' and the wind begins to blow There's thousands of people Ain't got no place to go Then I went and stood upon some high old lonesome hill Then I went and stood upon some high old lonesome hill Then looked down on the house Where I used to live Backwater blues done call me to pack my things and go Backwater blues done call me to pack my things and go 'Cause my house fell down And I can't live there no more I can't move no more I can't move no more There ain't no place For a poor old girl to go |
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