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Going where the chilly winds don't blow, honey baby |
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Going where the chilly winds don't blow |
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I'm going to my long lonesome home |
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Who'll haul your cotton when I'm gone, honey baby |
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Who'll haul your cotton when I'm gone |
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When I'm gone to my long lonesome home |
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Way down in jail on my knees, honey baby |
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Way down in jail on my knees |
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They feed me on ah corn bread and beans |
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Make me a pallet on your floor, honey baby |
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Make me a pallet on your floor. |
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I'm going to my long lonesome home |
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Going where the chilly winds don't blow, honey baby |
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Going where the chilly winds don't blow |
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I'm going to my long lonesome home |
