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Going down to the swamp |
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Gonna watch me a hound dog catch a 'coon |
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Well, I'm going down to the swamp |
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Gonna watch me a hound dog catch a 'coon |
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You know the hounddog make-a music |
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On a summer night under a full moon |
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Lord, fetch my cane pole mama |
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Gonna catch a bream or maybe two |
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Lord, fetch my cane pole mama |
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Gonna catch a bream or maybe two |
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And when the hound dog start barkin' |
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Sounds like ol' Son House singin' the blues |
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[chorus] |
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Hound dog sing that |
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Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music |
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Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music |
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When the hound dog starts singin' |
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I ain't got them big ol' city blues |
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Well, hey pretty mama |
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Lord, just take that city hike |
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Said go ahead pretty mama |
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Lord, just take your city hike |
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Well, I'd rather live with the hound dogs |
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For the rest of my natural born life |
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[chorus] |
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Singing that |
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Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music |
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Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music |
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Well, I'd rather live with the hounddogs |
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For the rest of my natural born life |
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Well, I'd wanna live with the hound dogs |
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For the rest of my natural born life |