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Whoa, back, Buck, git over Paul |
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You steppin on my cotton, say, one & all. |
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Whoa, back, Buck, git over Lamb, |
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You steppin on my cotton like you don't give a damn. |
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I'm a rowdy soul, I'm a rowdy soul |
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Don't see a nigger in a mile or mo. |
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Took my gal to the party-o, |
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She sat on a steeple, |
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She let a fart & broke my heart |
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And shit all over the people. |
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Tell my wife when you go to the hills, |
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I'm here workin at the sorghum mill. |
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Last year was a good crop year |
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And everybody knowed it. |
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Paw didn't raise but a bushel of corn |
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And some damn rascal stole it. |
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I'm a rowdy soul, I'm a rowdy soul. |
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I'm rowdy all around my red asshole. |
