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Dat you, Joe ? dat you, Joe ? Yes, 'tis Joe ob Tennessee.
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When I buried Rosa Lee, I cried tree weeks to dat degree Her sister Dina say to me, I lub you, Joe ob Tennessee.
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My Dina she so fair, so bright, She's black as ace of spades at nignt; And when 'tis day, 'tis plain to see She's just like Joe ob Tennessee.
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My massa one day try to whip Dis nigger, who gib him de slip; Dat make him lafF to dat degree, He look like Joe ob Tennessee.
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I den made up my mind to go, Trough all de States my jenus show • To sing and dance the banjo glee, Dat's made by Joe ob Tennessee.
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Dis nigger trabble far and wide, Wid lably Dina by he side; And on de road dey say to me, You look like Joe ob Tennessee.
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