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Good Night Irene




Last Saturday night, I got married,
me and my wife settled down
Now me and my wife are parted,
I'm gonna take another stroll downtown

Sometimes I live in the country,
sometimes I live in town
Sometimes I take a great notion,
to jump into the river and drown

I love Irene, God knows I do,
I'll love her till the seas run dry
But if Irene should turn me down,
I'd take the morphine and die

Stop rambling , stop your gambling,
stop staying out late at night
Go home to your wife and your family,
stay there by your fireside bright.
 
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Grey Goose



Well, las' Monday mornin', Lawd, Lawd, Lawd,
Well, las' Monday mornin', Lawd, Lawd, Lawd

My daddy went a-huntin'
Well, he carried along his zulu1
Well, along come a grey goose
Well, he throwed it to his shoulder,
an' he ram his hammer' way back

Well, he pulled on de trigger
Well, down he come a-windin'
He was six weeks a-fallin'
He was six weeks a-findin'
An' he put him on de wagon,
An'he taken him to de white house

He was six weeks a-pickin'
Lordy, your wife an'my wife,
Oh, they give a feather pickin'
An' they put him on to parboil2
He was six months a-parboil',
An' they put him on de table,

Now, de fork couldn' stick him,
An' de knife couldn't cut him
An' they throwed him in de hog-pen,
An' he broke de ol'sow's jawbone

An' they taken him to de sawmill,
An' he broke de saw's teeth out
An' de las' time I seed him,
Well, he's flyin' across de ocean,
Wid a long string o' goslin's,
An' they all goin': quank quink-quank
 
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In The Pines




Black girl, black Girl, dont lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night?
In the pines, In the pines, Where the sun never shine
I shivered the whole night through.

Black girl, black girl, where will you go
Im going where the cold wind blows
In the pines, In the pines, Where the sun never shine
I will shiver the whole night through.

Black girl, black Girl, dont lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night?
In the pines, In the pines, Where the sun never shine
I shivered the whole night through.

My Husband was a Railroad man
Killed a mile and a half from here
His head, was found, In a drivers wheel
And his body hasn't never been found.

Black girl, black girl, where will you go
Im going where the cold wind blows
You called me weak, and you called me the most
You called rita, bring me back home.
 
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Jumpin' Judy



Jumpin' Judy, Jumpin' Judy
Jumpin' Judy, Jumpin' Judy
Jumpin' Judy, Jumpin' Judy
All over this world, all over this world

Well you kick and stomp and beat me
Well you kick and stomp and beat me
Well you kick and stomp and beat me
Tha's all I know, thats all I know

Yonder come my captain
Yonder come my captain
Yonder come my captain
Who has been gone so long, who has been gone so long

Gonna tell him how you treat me
Gonna tell him how you treat me
Gonna tell him how you treat me
So you better git gone, so you better git gone
 
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Keep Your Hands Off Her


Keep your hands off, keep your hands off her
Keep your hands off her, keep your hands off her
Keep your hands off her, you know what I said
You know she don't belong to you

She's a heavy-hipped mama, she's go the great big legs
She's a heavy-hipped mama, she's got the great big legs
She's a heavy-hipped mama, she's got the great big legs
Walking like she walkin' on soft boiled eggs

Keep your hands off, keep your hands off her
Keep your hands off her, keep your hands off her
Keep your hands off her, you know what I said
You know she don't belong to you

Her name is Josie and she ain't so nosey
Her name is Josie and she ain't so nosey
Her name is Josie and she ain't so nosey
But boy, she sure is cosey

Keep your hands off, keep your hands off her
Keep your hands off her, keep your hands off her
Keep your hands off her, you know what I said
You know she don't belong to you

She's a heavy-hipped mama and she's built up straight
She's a heavy-hipped mama and she's built up straight
She's a heavy-hipped mama and she's built up straight
She's got just what it takes

Keep your hands off, keep your hands off her
Keep your hands off her, keep your hands off her
Keep your hands off her, you know what I said
You know she don't belong to you
 
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Linin' Track



Oh boys, is you right?
Done got right!
All I hate 'bout linin' track
These ol' bars 'bout to break my back

Oh boys, can't you line 'em, Jack-a Jack-a
Oh boys, can't you line 'em, Jack-a Jack-a
Oh boys, can't you line 'em, Jack-a Jack-a
See Eloise go linin' track

Moses stood on the Red Sea shore
Smotin' that water with a two-by-four

If I could I surely would
Stand on the rock where Moses stood

Mary an' the baby lyin' in the shade
Thinkin' on the money I ain't made
 
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Midnight Special




Yonder comes Miss Rosie/
How in the world do you know?/
Well, I know her by the apron and the dress she wore./
Umbrella on her shoulder,/
Piece of paper in her hand,/
Well, I'm callin' that Captain,/
"Turn a-loose my man."/

Chorus

Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me./
Oh let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin' light on me./
When you gets up in the morning,/
When that big bell ring./
You go marching to the table/
You meet the same old thing./
Knife and fork are on the table/
Ain't nothing in my pan./
And if you say a thing about it/
You have a trouble with the man./

(Chorus)

If you ever go to Houston,/
Boys, you better walk right,/
And you better not squabble/
And you better not fight./
Benson Crocker will arrest you,/
Jimmy Boone will take you down./
You can bet your bottom dollar/
That you're Sugarland bound./

(Chorus)

Well, jumping Little Judy,/
She was a mighty fine girl./
She brought jumping/
To the whole round world./
Well, she brought it in the morning/
Just a while before day./
Well, she brought me the news/
That my wife was dead./
That started me to grieving,/
Whooping, hollering, and crying./
And I began to worry/
About my great long time.

(Chorus)
 
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New Orleans (House Of The Rising Sun)




There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
And its been the ruin of many a poor boy
And me oh god im one.

Im going to tell my baby sister
Please dont do like i have done
Please shun that house in New Orleans
They call the Rising sun.

If I had Listened to what my Mama said
I would not be here today
you'd have been so young and foolish wild
I let her ramble Orleans this way.

Im going back to New Orleans
My race is almost won
Im going back to spend the rest of my life
Benieth the rising sun.
 
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On A Monday



On a Monday, I was arrested

On a Tuesday, I was locked up in jail

On a Wednesday, my trial was attested

On a Thursday, nobody would go my bail



Almost done, I'm almost done, almost done

And I ain't gonna bring them yellow women no pail



Take these stripes, stripes from around my shoulder

Take these chains, these chains from around my legs

Lord, these stripes, it sure don't worry me

But these chains, these chain's gonna kill me dead



Yes, I'm almost done, almost done, almost done

And I ain't gonna bring them yellow women no pail



On Friday, my baby went a-walking

On a Saturday, she locked me outa the door

On a Sunday, we were sitting down a-talking

On a Monday, she pawned all of my clothes
 
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Pick A Blae Of Cotton


Jump down, turn around to pick a bale of cotton/
Jump down, turn around to pick a bale a day./
Jump down, turn around to pick a bale of cotton/
Jump down, turn around to pick a bale a day./
Oh Lordy, pick a bale of cotton, oh Lordy,/
Pick a bale a day./
Oh Lordy, pick a bale of cotton, oh Lordy,/
Pick a bale a day./
Me and my gal can pick a bale of cotton,/
Me and my gal can pick a bale a day.

(Chorus)

Me and my wife can pick a bale of cotton,/
Me and my wife can pick a bale a day./

(Chorus)

Me and my friend can pick a bale of cotton,/
Me and my friend can pick a bale a day./

(Chorus)

Me and my papa can pick a bale of cotton,/
Me and my papa can pick a bale a day./
 
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