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There's a kind of light shining down through the trees |
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There's a bright moon light shining down through the trees |
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And I know my baby's coming down to be with me. |
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She got a basket on her arm, my love is high |
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She got a basket on her arm, my love is high |
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Now when she opens up the basket things are gonna be alright |
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I hear my baby calling |
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My, my, my, my, my, my baby goodnight |
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Well, well |
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My, my, my, my, my, my baby goodnight |
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Yeah, yeah |
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Oh, baby goodnight. |
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I hear that bird a calling, singing like a whippoorwill |
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Well, well well |
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I hear that bird a calling, singing like a whippoorwill |
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And when I hear that bird a calling, it gives my baby such a thrill |
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And I think |
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I called my baby |
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My, my, my, my, my, my baby goodnight |
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Well, well, well |
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My, my, my, my, my, my baby goodnight |
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OoooooohOh baby goodnight |
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And I don't believe you heard me |
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My, my, talking about, talking about baby my light |
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My, my, my, my, talking about baby my light |
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Oh, baby goodnight |
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And I'm talking to the preacher |
