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American Ballads and Folk Songs
Lil baby Franklin wasn' but nine days ol', Stuck his finger in a crawfish holej
Crawfish back back an' he wunk one eye, "Lil baby Franklin, you is born to die."
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Ain' but de one thing worries my min', My cheatin' woman an' my grea' long time.
She says she loves me, but I b'lieve she's lyin', Hasn' been to see me in a grea' long time.
Well, this keepin' Rosie sho is hard, Dress she wo' it cos' a dollar a yard.
Wake up, Rosie, an' turn up yo' clo'es, May be de las' time, I don't know.
I don' wan' ev'ything I see,
Jes' want dat lil bit you promised me.
If they mistreat me, tell you what I'll do, I'll cut dis steel an' bring it home to you.
Come an' git me an' a-take me home, Dese lifetime devils, dey won' let me 'lone.
Well, I come in here wid a hundred years, Tree fall on me, I don' bit mo' keer.
Axes a-walkin', chipses a-talkin', All day long, honey, all day long.
O Rosie, oho,
O Rosie, oh, Lawd, gal.
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