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when a woman's in trouble, everybody throws her down
you look to your good friends, none can be found
you better come on in my kitchen
cuz it's going to be raining outdoors
my papa's dead, mama's soon to be
ain't got nobody to love and care for me
you better come on in my kitchen
cuz it's going to be raining outdoors
well the woman I love, I stole her from my best friend
joker got lucky, and stole her back again
you better come on in my kitchen
cuz it's going to be raining outdoors
well the woman I love, I crave to see
but she's up in the country, and she won't write to me
you better come on in my kitchen
cuz it's going to be raining outdoors
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Half Irish/Boll Weevil
05:23
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boll weevil told the farmer, better treat me right
I'll eat up all your cotton, sleep in your granaries tonight
boll weevil told the farmer, don't need your ford machine
I'll eat up all your cotton, can't find no gasoline
well yonder comes the spider, crawling up and down the wall
he must have been a looking to get his ashes hauled
well I don't see no water but I'm about to drown
I don't see no fire but I'm burning down
boll weevil told the farmer, better treat me right
I'll eat up all your cotton, sleep in your granaries tonight
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walking down the levee with my head hanging low
looking for my mama lordy she ain't here no more
that's why I'm cryin,' that's why I'm cryin'
got the mississippi heavy water blues
early in the morning with the mud all in my shoes
down to mississippi got those heavy water blues
that's why I'm cryin,' that's why I'm cryin'
got the mississippi heavy water blues
walking down the road with my head in my hands
looking for a woman who ain't got no man
that's why I'm cryin,' that's why I'm cryin'
got the mississippi heavy water blues
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Little Red Fox
03:45
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I saw a little red fox, under a cedar tree
I saw a little red fox and her eyes looked back at me
let's go get out of here, pray that we aren't seen
let's go get out of here, under the cedar tree
don't let the policeman, know we came around
quiet as a red tree vole, swift as a spotted owl
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New Orleans
03:41
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I wish I were in new orleans, bucket for a chair
up all night on frenchman street
singing with my dear, singing with my dear
new orleans, oh good old new orleans
do you see the big easy, underneath the sea?
if that levee hadn't broke
that's right where I'd be, that's right where I'd be
new orleans, oh good old new orleans
if I were a dolphin in the gulf of mexico
I'd dive down to the bywater
that's right where I'd go, that's right where I'd go
new orleans, oh good old new orleans
I'm going through this wide old world, but I don't go alone
all throughout this wide old world
who's still got a home, who's still got a home?
new orleans, oh good old new orleans
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Miriam Hacksaw Portland, Oregon
raw hedonist fiddlecore of the malayali diaspora
4/26 - bellingham, wa
4/28 - portland, or
5/17 - olympia, wa
5/19 - portland, or
5/23 - olympia
5/30 - portland
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