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This is a song was sung back |
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In eighteen and ninety two |
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There was a terrible flood that year |
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People lost everything they had |
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Their crops, their live stock |
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That means their horses, their mules, cows |
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Goats and everything they had on their farm |
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And they would start crying |
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And singing this song |
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They tell me, Joe Turner been here and gone |
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Lord, they tell me, Joe Turner been here and gone |
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They tell me, Joe turner been here and gone |
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Then they would go out hunting rabbits |
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'Coons and 'possums |
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Anything they could catch |
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Sometimes they would catch something |
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Then again they didn't |
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And when they would come home |
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They would find flour meat and molasses |
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In their homes and they would know that |
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Joe Turner had been there and left food for them |
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And they would start crying |
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And singing this song |
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They tell me, Joe Turner been here and gone |
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Lord, they tell me, that Joe turner been here and gone |
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They tell me, Joe Turner been here and gone |
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Then they would start out looking for wood |
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And stuff to make a fire |
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And they would look in their yards |
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And they would find axes, wood |
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That Joe Turner had brought there for them |
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Then they would get happy |
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And start singing and crying this song |
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They would get happy |
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And do a little boogie woogie too |
