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Lord, my hair's a rising |
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My flesh begins to crawl |
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Aw, my hair's a rising |
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My flesh begin to crawl |
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I had a dream last night, baby |
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Another mule in my doggone stall |
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Now there's some people said |
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The Big Bill blues ain't bad |
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Now some people said |
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The Big Bill blues ain't bad |
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Lord, it must not have been them |
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Big Bill blues they had |
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Lord, I wonder what's the matter |
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Papa Bill can't get no mail |
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Lord, wonder what's the matter now |
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Papa Bill can't get no mail |
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Lord, the post office must be on fire |
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The mailman must undoubtedly be in jail |
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I can't be a wagon |
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Since you ain't gonna be a mule |
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Can't be a wagon, mama |
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Since you ain't gonna be a mule |
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I ain't gonna fix up your black tradition |
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I ain't gonna be your doggone fool |