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i O Lawd, I went up on the mountain, looked at the risin' sun, Hey, hey, hey, hey;
0 Lawd, I went up on the mountain, looked at the risin' sun, Hey, hey, hey.
1 says-uh, "You can't do me, oh, like Lorena done." Hey, hey, hey, hey.
2 Oh, well, she picks yo' pockets and rush you through the do', An' she say, "Hurry, big man, over yonder in West Arco."
3 "Oh, did you get that letter, I thro wed in your back yard?
I would 'a' done been to see you, yo' white folks got me barred."
4 Oh, well, just look over yonder, oh, where the sun done gone,
I says, "She's makin' her way back to where Saint Mary has gone."
5 I says, "She goes to bed with her, her head rag on her head,"
I says, "You ask her how about it, she'll swear she's almost dead."
6 Oh, well, it's T for Texas, it's T for Tennessee,
I says, "It's T for the woman that thinks a world of me."
7 O Lawd, I went to the graveyard, looked in my rider's face, I says, "I wished to good Lawd she's in another place."
8 O Lawd, my feets all muddy, and it's pourin' down rain,
O Lawd, my woman's down in Cummins, I love her just the same. |
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LONG SUMMER DAY
a to b^. No. 196. Clear Rock, Sugar Land and Taylor, Texas, 1933.
Me an? my pardner an? my fardner's frien? Can "pick mc? cotton than a gin can gin.
Me any my fardner can pick a baley
Can pick mo} cotton than de scales can weigh.
Me any my fardner an* two or three mo? Can pick moy cotton than a boat can hold.
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