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Way down south where the whale-fish blow |
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Way down in Florida |
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The girls all dance to the roll-and-go |
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And we'll roll the woodpile down |
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When I was a young man in my prime |
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Way down in Florida |
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I was courting pretty girls two at a time |
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And we'll roll the woodpile down |
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Rolling! Rolling! Rolling the whole world 'round |
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That fine girl of mine's on the Georgia Line |
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And we'll roll the woodpile down |
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But now I'm old and getting grey |
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Way down in Florida |
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I can only manage one a day |
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And we'll roll the woodpile down |
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Rolling! Rolling! Rolling the whole world 'round |
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That fine girl of mine's on the Georgia Line |
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And we'll roll the woodpile down |
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We'll haul 'em high and we'll haul 'em low |
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We'll bust their blocks and away we'll go |
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Oh "rouse 'em, buster!" is the cry |
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A poor man's wage is never high |
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Rolling! Rolling! Rolling the whole world 'round |
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That fine girl of mine's on the Georgia Line |
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And we'll roll the woodpile down |
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Rolling! Rolling! Rolling the whole world 'round |
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That fine girl of mine's on the Georgia Line |
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And we'll roll the woodpile down |
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Rolling! Rolling! Rolling the whole world 'round |
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That fine girl of mine's on the Georgia Line |
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And we'll roll the woodpile down |
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That fine girl of mine's on the Georgia Line |
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And we'll roll the woodpile down |