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1 Trouble, trouble, I had them all my day, Trouble, trouble, trouble, had them all my day. Well, it seem like trouble go'n' let me to my grave.
Giddap over dere, Spot; come here, Hattiel Whoa derel Giddap derel Pow! *
2 Well, Pm gwine back South, Mamma, where de weather suit my clothes, Well, Pm go'n back South, babe, where de weather suit my clothes, Well, Pm gonna lay out on dat green grass—an' look up at de sky.
Gee over dere} Pokey. Come *ere now, Spot, Jesy look at you!
3 Well, so many a day, Mamma, laid in my cell an' moan, Well, so many a day, Lawd, laid in my cell an5 moan,
Well, Pm thinkin' about my baby, Lawd, an' yo' happy home.
What I told you over dere, ol} mule? Git up over dere, An* give me a pull now. Spotlight, you an} ol} Hattiel
4 Well, Mamma, Mamma, here an' listen to my second mind, Hey, hey, Mamma, listen to my second mind,
Well, I don't b'lieve Pd 'a' been here, wringin' my hand an' cryin'.
Whoa derel
* Imitation of the sound of a popping whip lash. |
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