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American Ballads and Folk Songs
Jumped in bed with old Joe's wife And broke her tucking comb.
I won't go down to old Joe's house, I've told you here before j He fed me in a hog-trough And I won't go there any more.
Sixteen horses in my team, And the leaders, they are blind} And every time the sun goes down, There's a pretty gal on my mind.
Eighteen miles of mountain road And fifteen miles of sand; If I ever travel this road again, I'll be a married man.
Never got no money,
Got no place to stay,
Got no place to lay my head,
Chicken's a-crowin' for day-
I wish I was an apple A-hanging on yonder's tree—-Ev'ry time a pretty gal passed She'd take a bite of me.
Wish I was a sugar tree,
Standing in the middle of some town—
Ev'ry time a pretty gal passed,
I'd shake some sugar down.
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