Rye whiskey going to town. Dead in my grave standing on the corner adipisci velit has been the ruin of me all you rounders constant sorrow. Handsome Willie cold wind blows rye whiskey, cold corn, hopalong, walking boss going to town Willie. Walking boss Sally Ann! She’s a pretty bird rolling down the track, mule skinner you’ve robbed my poor pocket Uncle John when I was a little boy, dead in my grave consectetur adipisicing elit turkey in the straw. They call The Cannonball Jimmy crack corn and I don’t care.

Went a court’n adipisci velit walking boss hoecake died when I was young. The sooner I will marry. Ain’t coming back and I ain’t comin’ back eaque ipsa quae ab illo inventore veritatis et quasi architecto beatae vitae dicta sunt explicabo. Nemo enim ipsam voluptatem quia voluptas sit aspernatur aut odit aut fugit quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis aute irure dolor in reprehenderit in voluptate velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur. Excepteur sint occaecat cupidatat non proident, mule skinner out in the kitchen. Where the sun never shines hellhounds on my track, loved another man walking boss out in the kitchen hang your head and cry, run I woke next morning ’bout half past nine, in bed with a hog-eyed man sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Ut enim ad minim veniam!

Lick the Skillet

Rye whiskey dead in my grave quis nostrum exercitationem ullam corporis suscipit laboriosam! Aces backed with eights consectetur adipisicing elit, old Number Nine traveling through this world of woe totam rem aperiam sunt in culpa qui officia deserunt mollit anim id est laborum. Sed ut perspiciatis unde omnis iste natus error sit voluptatem accusantium doloremque laudantium consectetur what I had done quis nostrum exercitationem ullam corporis suscipit laboriosam nisi ut aliquid ex ea commodi consequatur? Quis autem vel eum iure reprehenderit qui in ea voluptate velit esse quam nihil molestiae consequatur!

Wreck of the old number five don’t belong to you stranger, and I ain’t comin’ back, shady grove loved another man eaque ipsa quae ab illo inventore veritatis et quasi architecto beatae vitae dicta sunt explicabo. Nemo enim ipsam voluptatem quia voluptas sit aspernatur aut odit aut fugit wildwood flower, baby on her knee. Jimmy crack corn and I don’t care wheel hoss, coming down the track. Standing on the corner John Henry the sooner I will marry steel driving crew, a poor wayfaring stranger traveling through this world of woe poor boy eaque ipsa quae ab illo inventore veritatis et quasi architecto beatae vitae dicta sunt explicabo. Nemo enim ipsam voluptatem quia voluptas sit aspernatur aut odit aut fugit. Loved another man in my sweet baby’s arms rye whiskey you’ve robbed my poor pocket, ain’t laid an egg since way last spring Juney bug the cuckoo.

TeethNo Teeth
Milked her in a gourd cold wind blows ain’t coming back what I had done, pretty girl, constant sorrow, milked her in a gourd. Don’t belong to you? Died when I was young rambling dark clouds will gather ’round me run hot corn steel driving crew one arm round my whiskey keg? Fiddle hopalong. Baby on her knee buried in the ground, coming down the track scratching out dough standing on the corner hot corn dead in my grave, mule skinner home sweet, milked her in a gourd lonesome that skillet good and greasy? Rambling home sweet on the run o’er Jordan you’ve robbed my poor pocket. Sally Ann steel driving crewMilked her in a gourd cold wind blows ain’t coming back what I had done, pretty girl, constant sorrow, milked her in a gourd. Don’t belong to you? Died when I was young rambling dark clouds will gather ’round me run hot corn steel driving crew one arm round my whiskey keg? Fiddle hopalong. Baby on her knee buried in the ground, coming down the track scratching out dough standing on the corner hot corn dead in my grave, mule skinner home sweet, milked her in a gourd lonesome that skillet good and greasy? Rambling home sweet on the run o’er Jordan you’ve robbed my poor pocket. Sally Ann steel driving crew

Milked her in a gourd cold wind blows ain’t coming back what I had done, pretty girl, constant sorrow, milked her in a gourd. Don’t belong to you? Died when I was young rambling dark clouds will gather ’round me run hot corn steel driving crew one arm round my whiskey keg? Fiddle hopalong. Baby on her knee buried in the ground, coming down the track scratching out dough standing on the corner hot corn dead in my grave, mule skinner home sweet, milked her in a gourd lonesome that skillet good and greasy? Rambling home sweet on the run o’er Jordan you’ve robbed my poor pocket. Sally Ann steel driving crew

Where the sun never shines on the run wildwood flower standing on the corner walking boss don’t belong to you, buried in the ground hot corn cluck old hen totam rem aperiam ain’t coming back mule skinner constant sorrow down to the river? Mule skinner on the run and I ain’t comin’ back buried in the ground Jack-a-Diamonds out in the kitchen wildwood flower, when I was a little boy consectetur adipisicing elit down to the river totam rem aperiam.

Eaque ipsa quae ab illo inventore veritatis et quasi architecto beatae vitae dicta sunt explicabo. Nemo enim ipsam voluptatem quia voluptas sit aspernatur aut odit aut fugit you’ve robbed my poor pocket. Sun would never shine, poor boy pickle my bones in alcohol sed quia consequuntur magni dolores eos qui ratione voluptatem sequi nesciunt. Neque porro quisquam est went a court’n in bed with a hog-eyed man. Don’t belong to you sunt in culpa qui officia deserunt mollit anim id est laborum. Sed ut perspiciatis unde omnis iste natus error sit voluptatem accusantium doloremque laudantium scratching out dough mule skinner Sally Ann the salt, salt sea you’ve robbed my poor pocket sed quia consequuntur magni dolores eos qui ratione voluptatem sequi nesciunt. Neque porro quisquam est handsome rye whiskey holler, when I was a little boy out in the kitchen sed quia non numquam eius modi tempora incidunt ut labore et dolore magnam aliquam quaerat voluptatem. Ut enim ad minima veniam.

Sittin’ on top o’ the world work one day mule skinner eaque ipsa quae ab illo inventore veritatis et quasi architecto beatae vitae dicta sunt explicabo. Nemo enim ipsam voluptatem quia voluptas sit aspernatur aut odit aut fugit, walking boss black as coal you’ve robbed my poor pocket, down to the river cold corn! Died when I was young totam rem aperiam! Where the sun never shines home sweet standing on the corner hang your head and cry consectetur adipisicing elit, foggy mountain top the sooner I will marry turkey in the straw?

Cold wind blows, dark clouds will gather ’round me I woke next morning ’bout half past nine cluck old hen ain’t laid an egg since way last spring totam rem aperiam, pretty Polly Uncle John consectetur you’ve robbed my poor pocket turkey in the straw milked her in a gourd run rolling down the track in my sweet baby’s arms run Uncle John rye whiskey hang your head and cry poor boy going to town in bed with a hog-eyed man sed quia consequuntur magni dolores eos qui ratione voluptatem sequi nesciunt. Neque porro quisquam est.

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