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Everywhere I—hanh!
Where I look this mornin'—hanh!
Everywhere I—hanh!
Where I look this mornin'—hanh!
Looks like rain—my Lawd!
Looks like rain—hanh!
The stanzas that follow can be fitted to the same form:
Got a rainbow * tied all around my shoulder. Am' gonna rain, my Lawd, am' gonna rain.
I done walk till, walk till my feet's gone to rollin\ Jes' like a wheel, my Lawd, jes' like a wheel.
I done hammered, hammered all over this ol' county, My las' time, my Lawd, my las' time.
Ev'y mail day, mail day I git a letter,
"My Son, come home, my Lawd, son, come home."
My baby sister, sister keeps on a-writin',
"Buddy, come home, my Lawd, buddy, come home."
I cain' read her, read her letter for cryin',
My time's so long, my Lawd, my time's so long.
* "Rainbow," the arc of a swinging pick, probably going so fast that it becomes red-hot.

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