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I got that dust pneumony, pneumony in my lung, |
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I got the dust pneumony, pneumony in my lung, |
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An' I'm a-gonna sing this dust pneumony song. |
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I went to the doctor, and the doctor, said, "My son," |
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I went to the doctor, and the doctor, said, "My son, You got that dust pneumony an' you ain't got long, not long." |
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Now there ought to be some yodelin' in this song; |
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Yeah, there ought to be some yodelin' in this song; |
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But I can't yodel for the rattlin' in my lung. |
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My good gal sings the dust pneumony blues, |
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My good gal sings the dust pneumony blues, |
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She loves me 'cause she's got the dust pneumony, too. |
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It it wasn't for choppin' my hoe would turn to rust, |
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If it wasn't for choppin' my hoe would turn to rust, |
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I can't find a woman in this black ol' |
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Texas dust. |
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Down in Oklahoma, the wind blows mighty strong, |
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Down in Oklahoma, the wind blows mighty strong, |
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If you want to get a mama, just sing a |
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California song. |
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Down in Texas, my gal fainted in the rain, |
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Down in Texas, my gal fainted in the rain, |
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I throwed a bucket o' dirt in her face just to bring her back again. |
