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Well, las' Monday mornin', Lawd, Lawd, Lawd, |
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Well, las' Monday mornin', Lawd, Lawd, Lawd |
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My daddy went a-huntin' |
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Well, he carried along his zulu1 |
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Well, along come a grey goose |
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Well, he throwed it to his shoulder, |
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An' he ram his hammer' way back |
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Well, he pulled on de trigger |
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Well, down he come a-windin' |
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He was six weeks a-fallin' |
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He was six weeks a-findin' |
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An' he put him on de wagon, |
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An'he taken him to de white house |
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He was six weeks a-pickin' |
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Lordy, your wife an'my wife, |
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Oh, they give a feather pickin' |
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An' they put him on to parboil2 |
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He was six months a-parboil', |
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An' they put him on de table, |
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Now, de fork couldn' stick him, |
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An' de knife couldn't cut him |
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An' they throwed him in de hog-pen, |
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An' he broke de ol'sow's jawbone |
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An' they taken him to de sawmill, |
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An' he broke de saw's teeth out |
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An' de las' time I seed him, |
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Well, he's flyin' across de ocean, |
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Wid a long string o' goslin's, |
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An' they all goin': quank quink-quank |