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GO DOWN, YOU LITTLE RED RISING SUN
g to ao. No. 682. Roscoe McLean, State Penitentiary, Raiford, Fla., 1936. See Od.2, p. 82, last stanzaj Sh, 2:27s. |
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1 Uh—go down, go down, you little red, Redder than rouge rising sun,
And don't you never—uh—bring day, Great Godamighty, no more.
2 To the pine, to the pine, where the sun, Great Godamighty, don't shine,
You got to shiver when the cold, Great Godamighty, wind blows.
3 Lord, I wish to my soul that old bald— Bald-head Judge was dead,
And green grass growing round, Great Godamighty, his head.
4 Lord, I left my home in nine— Nineteen hundred and ten, And I ain't never, oh, been back, Great Godamighty, again.
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