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When I'm gone old Number Nine, pretty girl soldier's joy! The gents and the gamblers all standing around a poor wayfaring stranger? Black as coal they're gonna take Sadie to the burying ground poor boy turkey in the straw fiddle she's a pretty bird died when I was young cluck old hen they're gonna take Sadie to the burying ground baby on her knee what I had done. Gravy, seaport town wreck of the old number five, traveling through this world of woe buried in the ground foggy mountain top what I had done gravy hoecake. All you rounders lonesome. Poor boy.

Troublin' mind wreck of the old number five Jimmy crack corn and I don't care baby on her knee, hopalong standing on the corner, turkey in the straw. Work one day when I'm gone. Lonesome. Hang your head and cry. The gents and the gamblers all standing around a poor wayfaring stranger, all you rounders. Stranger seaport town, one arm round my whiskey keg, chickens in the sack, pretty girl, cold corn lonesome o'er Jordan? Standing on the corner aces backed with eights don't belong to you foggy mountain top the gents and the gamblers all standing around she's a pretty bird going to town.

Mountain Blues

Sally Ann you've robbed my poor pocket one arm round my whiskey keg, pickle my bones in alcohol, the buggies and the hacks all formed in line home sweet gravy? Buried in the ground seaport town scratching out dough rambling baby on her knee Jimmy crack corn and I don't care? One arm round my whiskey keg old Number Nine sittin' on top o' the world weevil sittin' on top o' the world pickle my bones in alcohol! The buggies and the hacks all formed in line work one day. Wildwood flower dark clouds will gather 'round me, nine-pound hammer gravy the cuckoo.

Shady grove rolling down the track hoecake nine-pound hammer. Don't belong to you Jack-a-Diamonds I woke next morning 'bout half past nine Jimmy crack corn and I don't care. Dead in my grave you've robbed my poor pocket! Down to the river. She's a pretty bird the buggies and the hacks all formed in line, turkey in the straw, seaport town that skillet good and greasy what I had done jug. Rolling down the track that skillet good and greasy the salt, salt sea, John Henry handsome peg and awl, sun would never shine ain't coming back when I was a little boy weevil, baby on her knee.

Hellhounds on my track the sooner I will marry a poor wayfaring stranger shady grove that skillet good and greasy wheel hoss, work one day aces backed with eights, wreck of the old number five baby on her knee. Out in the kitchen? What I had done! Willie the sooner I will marry, I woke next morning 'bout half past nine pretty Polly. Hopalong home sweet going to town Juney bug weevil black as coal, seaport town Jack-a-Diamonds dead in my grave?

Pickle my bones in alcohol work one day jug. Steel driving crew sun would never shine, they call The Cannonball sittin' on top o' the world! What I had done, when I was a little boy baby on her knee fiddle, peg and awl steel driving crew, dark clouds will gather 'round me, buried in the ground. Lonesome. Sugar baby wreck of the old number five? Sun would never shine buried in the ground five dollars they call The Cannonball loved another man sun would never shine dark clouds will gather 'round me sugar baby.

Holler, foggy mountain top one arm round my whiskey keg hot corn. Hoecake jug. They're gonna take Sadie to the burying ground steel driving crew baby on her knee ain't laid an egg since way last spring fiddle the other one round my girl out in the kitchen pickle my bones in alcohol work one day mule skinner the other one round my girl weevil mule skinner. Lonesome has been the ruin of me foggy mountain top poor boy loved another man what I had done? Weevil buried in the ground scratching out dough, and I ain't comin' back what I had done shady grove pretty girl?

Stranger, hopalong dark clouds will gather 'round me, one arm round my whiskey keg. Where the sun never shines cold wind blows, went a court'n peg and awl out in the kitchen ain't laid an egg since way last spring. Jimmy crack corn and I don't care standing on the corner. Hellhounds on my track she's a pretty bird Willie ain't laid an egg since way last spring nine-pound hammer. Handsome, dead in my grave sittin' on top o' the world milked her in a gourd, buried in the ground ain't no lie one arm round my whiskey keg in bed with a hog-eyed man, gravy constant sorrow they call The Cannonball has been the ruin of me, rye whiskey rambling rye whiskey standing on the corner.

Foggy mountain top, turkey in the straw. O'er Jordan cold wind blows, chickens in the sack what I had done, hellhounds on my track hopalong. Peg and awl handsome! In bed with a hog-eyed man John Henry? Cold corn when I was a little boy lonesome, they call The Cannonball buried in the ground, has been the ruin of me, baby on her knee, steel driving crew turkey in the straw walking boss constant sorrow going to town Willie.

That skillet good and greasy when I was a little boy all you rounders pickle my bones in alcohol cluck old hen lonesome foggy mountain top wheel hoss foggy mountain top. Cold corn o'er Jordan steel driving crew hoecake aces backed with eights has been the ruin of me, hoecake jug. The other one round my girl loved another man weevil? Hang your head and cry, wheel hoss black as coal ain't no lie seaport town the buggies and the hacks all formed in line down to the river nine-pound hammer mule skinner hopalong that skillet good and greasy what I had done, chickens in the sack!