Our Singing Country

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	Our Singing Country
	Oh, we don't get no justice here in Atlanta, Oh, we don't get no justice here in Atlanta, For if you say the law ain't right, In the jail you'll spend the night. We don't get no justice here in Atlanta. Oh, if you say the judge ain't right. In the jail you'll spend the night, We don't get no justice here in Atlanta, Oh, we don't get no justice here in Atlanta, If you say the judge ain't right, In the gang you'll stay all night, You don't get no justice here in Atlanta.
	THE REEK AND THE RAMBLING BLADE e'b. No. 872. Mrs. Emma Dusenberry> Mena, Ark., 1936. By courtesy of Lawrence Powell and Sidney Robertson. See Co, p. 2155 Be, p. 136.
	1 I am a reek and a rambling one, From the eastern shores I've lately come To learn my book, to learn my trade, Some calls me the reek and the rambling blade. [314]