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You pick him up, you lick him down |
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Him bounce right back, |
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What a hard man fe dead! (Hard man fe dead!) |
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You pick him up, you lick him down |
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Him bounce right back, |
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What a hard man fe dead! (Hard man fe dead!) |
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Them seh, the cat's got a nine life |
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But this man got ninety-nine life, cause... |
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Them pick him up, you lick him down, |
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Him bounce right back, |
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What a hard man fe dead! (Hard man fe dead!) |
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Them boil one pot of chocolate tea. |
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And all the fried fish they caught in the sea |
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They also got six quart o' rum |
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Saying that they waiting for the nine night to come |
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The last time I heard them say |
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That this man was dead (this man was dead) |
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They find him black eyes |
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And them lay it all upon his head (the man was dead) |
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Now the procession leads to the cemetery |
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The man all a howl, Don't you bury me, |
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You pick him up, you lick him down |
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Him bounce right back, |
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What a hard man fe dead! |
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(Hard man fe dead, ... hard man fe dead) |
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/Instrumental interlude/ |
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Them boil one cup of chocolate tea |
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And all the fried fish they caught in the sea |
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They aso got six quart o' rum |
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Saying that they waiting for the nine night to come |
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The last time I heard them say |
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That this man was dead (this man was dead) |
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They find him black eyes |
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And them lay it all upon his head ('pon his head) |
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You should see them goin' to the cemetery |
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The old man holla howl, Won't you bury me? |
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Them drop the box and run, |
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What a whole lot o' fun! |
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What a hard man fe dead! (hard man fe dead) |
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You pick him up, you lick him down |
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Him bounce right back, |
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What a hard man fe dead! (Hard man fe dead!) |
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You pick him up, you lick him down |
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Him bounce right back, |
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I am a hard man fe dead! (Hard man fe dead! ... Hard man fe dead!) |
