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Our Singing Country |
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6 Oh, it's way down in jail on my knees.
7 Oh, they feed me on corn bread and peas.
8 I ain't got but one old rusty dime.
9 Oh, I'll have a new dollar some old day, darlin' baby, Oh, Fll have a new dollar some old day.
And I'll throw this old rusty dime away.
10 Back, back, old freight train, get your load.
11 Oh, I'm going where the climate suits my clothes,
Dat road got littler and littler till it jes' run uf a tree. |
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