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When the sun goes back and the first quail calls |
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Follow the drinking gourd |
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The old man is a-waitin' for to carry you to freedom |
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Follow the drinking gourd. |
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Follow the drinking gourd, follow the drinking gourd |
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For the old man is a-waitin' to carry you to freedom |
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Follow the drinking gourd. |
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The river bed makes a mighty fine road, |
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Dead trees to show you the way |
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And it's left foot, peg foot, traveling on |
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Follow the drinking gourd. |
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Follow the drinking gourd, follow the drinking gourd |
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For the old man is a-waitin' to carry you to freedom |
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Follow the drinking gourd. |
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The river ends between two hills |
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Follow the drinking gourd |
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There's another river on the other side |
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Follow the drinking gourd. |
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Follow the drinking gourd, follow the drinking gourd |
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For the old man is a-waitin' to carry you to freedom |
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Follow the drinking gourd. |
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I thought I heard the angels say |
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Follow the drinking gourd |
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The stars in the heavens gonna show you the way |
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Follow the drinking gourd... |
