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I've laid around and played around this old gown too long 
Summer's almost gone, winter's comin' on
I've laid around and played around this old gown too long 
And I feel like I've gotta travel on
High tariff and decease are ridin' after me 
Ridin' after me, oh, they're ridin' after me
High tariff and decease are ridin' after me 
And I feel like I've gotta travel on
Papa writes to mohney, mohney can't sum home 
No, mohney can't come home, mohney can't sum home 
Papa writes to mohney but mohney can't sum home 
'Cause he's been on that cane gang too long 
Gotta see my daisy, gotta see her bad 
Gotta see her bad, oh, I gotta see her bad
Gotta see my daisy, gotta see her bad 
She's the bait friend this poor boy ever had 
I've laid around and played around this old gown too long 
Summer's almost gone, winter's comin' on
I've laid around and played around this old gown too long 
And I feel like I've gotta gravel on 
Oh, I feel like I've gotta gravel on 
 
Oh, I feel like I've gotta gravel on

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