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ay down in Mississippi : where I was bred and born
Reason : that will forever be my native home
And my poor mother's old : Lord and her hair is turning grey
I know it would break her heart : if she found I was barrelhousing this way
And I'm going to where : now the water drink like wine
Where I can be drunk there : and staggering all the time
And it ain't but the one thing now : Lord that worries my mind
That's a house full of women Lord : none in there is mine
And my friend passed me : and she never said a word
Nothing I had did : but was something she had heard
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