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I ain't going to tell nobody : thirty‑four have done for me
Took my roll Lord : I was broke as I could be
They run me from Will Dockery's : Wiillie Brown I want your job
I went out and told papa Charley : I don't want you hanging around my job no more
Well look down the country : it almost make you cry
Women and children : flagging freight trains for rides
Carmen got a little Six Buick : big Six Chevrolet car
And it don't do nothing : but follow behind Holloway's farmer's plow
And it may bring sorrow : Lord and it may bring tears
Oh Lord oh Lord : let me see your brand new year
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