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I would rather to be buried |
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In some cypress grove |
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I would rather to be buried |
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In some cypress grove |
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Than to have a contrary woman |
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Lord, I never can control |
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And when yo' knee bones |
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Go to achin' |
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An your body gettin' cold |
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When yo' knee bones |
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Go to achin' |
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And yo' body gettin' cold |
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You know, you jes' gettin' ready |
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Honey, for some cypress grove |
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Then I would rather be buried |
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Six feet in the clay |
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Then I would rather to be buried |
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Six feet in the clay |
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Then to be way up here |
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In New York City |
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Honey, treated this't-a-way |
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An I will drink muddy water |
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I'll sleep in a hollow log |
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I will drink muddy water |
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Sleep in a hollow log |
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Befo' I stay up here |
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Honey, treated like a dog |
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Yes, I'm goin' away |
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Honey, don't you want to go? |
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Yes, I'm goin' away |
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Honey, don't you wants to go? |
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I'm scared to go back down south |
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Them people goin' kill me, sho' |
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I'm gonna sing this song |
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An I ain't goin' to sing no mo' |
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I'm goin' to sing this song, an I |
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I ain't goin' to sing no mo' |
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Because my time has done got precious |
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Baby, Lord, just got |
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I've got to go, yeah. |
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