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SHUFFLIN' FEET
There's music in the banjo,
There's music soft and sweet, When playing in the evening
To rest the weary feet; And when the banjo's playing
And playing soft and sweet, I can't keep from shufflin'
From shufflin' these old feet.
The rheum am in my fingers
And the rheum am in my feet, And I can only hobble
When I go along the street; And when the harps of Zion
Send out their tones so sweet, I can't keep from shufflin'
From shufflin' these old feet.
WHEN I GET OVER THE RIVER
When I get over the river,
That river deep and wide, How great will be my pleasure,
How great will be my pride; The angels will be standing
For every one to see, And when I get over the river
Moses will meet me.
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