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I remember when I was a lad |
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Times were hard and things were bad |
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But there's a silver linin' behind every cloud |
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Just poor people that's all we were |
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Tryin' to make a livin' out of black land earth |
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We'd get together in a family circle singin' loud |
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Daddy sang bass, mama sang tenor |
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And me and little brother would join right in there |
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All singin' seems to help a troubled soul |
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One of these days and it won't be long |
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I'll rejoin them in a song |
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I'm gonna join the family circle at the throne |
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No the circle won't be broken |
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Bye and bye Lord, bye and bye |
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Daddy'll sing bass, mama'll sing tenor |
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Me and little brother will join right in there |
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In the sky Lord, in the sky |
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I remember after work, mama would call in all of us |
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You could hear us singin' for a country mile |
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Now little brother has done gone on |
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But I'll rejoin him in a song |
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We'll be together again up yonder in a little while |
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Daddy sang bass, mama sang tenor |
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And me and little brother would join right in there |
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All singin' seems to help a troubled soul |
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One of these days and it won't be long |
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I'll rejoin them in a song |
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I'm gonna join the family circle at the throne |
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No the circle won't be broken |
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Bye and bye, Lord, bye and bye |
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Daddy'll sing bass, mama'll sing tenor |
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And me and little brother would join right in there |
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In the sky Lord, in the sky |
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In the sky Lord, in the sky |