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Run red as a river |
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By the slaughter hole |
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Them cows spittin' blue skies |
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Cause they on death row |
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First lain in a cornfield, yeah |
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She was brown and slim |
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Run Daddy, get the shotgun |
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I'm gonna marry him |
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Don't you wish you was a baby |
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Don't you wish you was a baby again |
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You had a fine mama, fetch you milk from the palm of her hand |
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Don't you wish you was a baby |
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Don't you wish you was a baby again |
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You had a fine mama, fetch you milk from the palm of her hand |
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It's the bible or the bottle |
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It's the pills we've been taking |
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Hallelujah find a water |
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One for sleep, one for waking |
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Once lain on the floor here |
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She was your sister's friend |
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Run Daddy, get the shotgun |
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Boys have done it again |
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Ain't it mighty, awful mighty |
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Sleep and suck until your thumb runs dry |
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You had a fine mama, fetch you milk from the white of her eye |
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Ain't it mighty, awful mighty |
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Sleep and suck until your thumb runs dry |
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Grow tall as the grass here |
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And the snake runs low |
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Low as the devils laughter |
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Snake is the devil's throat |
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Once lain in a church here, yeah |
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She was young as sin and |
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Run Daddy, get the shotgun |
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We're gonna bury him |
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Don't you wish you was a baby |
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Don't you wish you was a baby again |
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You had a fine mama, fetch you milk from the palm of her hand |
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Ain't it mighty, awful mighty |
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Sleep and suck until your thumb runs dry |
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You had a fine mama, fetch you milk from the white of her eye |
