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Ain't got no use. |
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Ain't got no use for that red rocking chair. |
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I got no sugar baby now. |
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I got no sugar honey baby now. |
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I laid her in the shade. |
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Laid her in the shade, gave her every dime I made. |
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What else could a poor boy do? |
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What else could a poor boy do? |
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Some rounder come along. |
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Rounder come along with his mouth full of gold. |
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Rounder stole my greenback roll. |
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And I got no sugar honey baby now. |
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Who'll call me honey? |
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Who'll call me honey and who'll sing this song. |
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Who'll rock the cradle when you're gone. |
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Who'll rock the cradle when you're gone. |
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I'll rock that cradle. |
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I'll rock that cradle and I'll sing that song. |
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I'll rock the cradle when you're gone. |
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I'll rock the cradle when you're gone. |
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Ain't got no use. |
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Ain't got no use for that red rocking chair. |
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I got no sugar baby now. |
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Got no sugar honey baby now. |
