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A way down South where the cocks do crow, |
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Way down in Florida. |
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Them gals all dance to the old banjo. |
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And we'll roll the woodpile down. |
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Rollin! Rollin! Rollin the whole world round, |
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That brown gal of mine's on the Georgia line! |
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And we'll roll the woodpile down! |
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Oh, what can you do in Tampa bay? |
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Way down in Florida. |
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But give them yellow girls all your pay. |
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And we'll roll the woodpile down. |
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Rollin! Rollin! Rollin the whole world round, |
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That brown gal of mine's on the Georgia line! |
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And we'll roll the woodpile down! |
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Then Cardiff girls ain't got no frills. |
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Way down in Florida. |
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They're skinny and tight as catfish gills. |
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And we'll roll the woodpile down. |
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Rollin! Rollin! Rollin the whole world round, |
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That brown gal of mine's on the Georgia line! |
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And we'll roll the woodpile down! |
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Oh, why do them little girls love me so? |
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Way down in Florida. |
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Because I don't tell all I know. |
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And we'll roll the woodpile down. |
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Rollin! Rollin! Rollin the whole world round, |
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That brown gal of mine's on the Georgia line! |
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And we'll roll the woodpile down! |
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Oh, one more pull and that'll do |
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Way down in Florida. |
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For we're the boys to kick her through. |
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And we'll roll the woodpile down. |
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Rollin! Rollin! Rollin the whole world round, |
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That brown gal of mine's on the Georgia line! |
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And we'll roll the woodpile down! |
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That brown gal of mine's on the Georgia line. |
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And we'll roll the woodpile down! |
