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Carry me back to old Virginny, There's where the cotton and the corn and tatoes grow, There's where the birds warble sweet in the springtime,
Carry me back to old Virginny, There's where the cotton and the corn and tatoes grow, There's where the birds warble sweet in the springtime,
Oh, the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird, and she warbles when she flies But she never hollers cuckoo till the fourth day of July Said Jack
Carry me back to old Virginny, There's where the cotton and the corn and tatoes grow, There's where the birds warble sweet in the springtime,
Carry me back to old Virginny, There's where the cotton and the corn and tatoes grow, There's where the birds warble sweet in the springtime,
warbles as she flies But she never hollers cuckoo 'Til the fourth day July. I've played cards in England I've played cards in Spain But I bet you five
Carry me back to old Virginny, There's where the cotton and the corn and tatoes grow, There's where the birds warble sweet in the springtime,
Carry me back to old Virginny, There's where the cotton and the corn and tatoes grow, There's where the birds warble sweet in the springtime,
Carry me back to old Virginny, There's where the cotton and the corn and tatoes grow, There's where the birds warble sweet in the springtime,
Carry me back to old Virginny, There's where the cotton and the corn and tatoes grow, There's where the birds warble sweet in the springtime,
... Oh, the cuckoo, she? a pretty bird, and she warbles when she flies But she never hollers cuckoo till the fourth day of July. Said Jack
Carry me back to old Virginny, There's where the cotton and the corn and tatoes grow, There's where the birds warble sweet in the springtime,
heard nothing yet 'Til you syncopate When the going is rough You will find your troubles all have flown If you warble your stuff Like the moanin'
Carry me back to old Virginny, There's where the cotton and the corn and tatoes grow, There's where the birds warble sweet in the springtime,
Oh, the cuckoo she's a pretty bird And she warbles as she flies And she never holler cuckoo 'Til the 4th day of July Jack of Diamonds, Jack
Carry me back to old Virginny, There's where the cotton and the corn and tatoes grow, There's where the birds warble sweet in the springtime,
The little [warbles?] in the dark I loved all the things he saw The ways in which the water falled Will you play your famous song Your little song
Carry me back to old Virginny, There's where the cotton and the corn and tatoes grow, There's where the birds warble sweet in the springtime,
Oh the cuckoo she's a pretty bird And she warbles as she flies And she never holler cuckoo 'Til the 4th day of July Jack of Diamonds Jack of Diamonds
a clairvoyant dream Worse still, losing you just seems to warble the tape Warble the tape Sister talks to you daily, you're probably still trolling Niece's
Well, the Cuckoo, she's a pretty bird And she warbles as she flies And she never hollers cuckoo 'Til the last day of July Well, Jack O' Diamonds,
Well the coo-coo is a pretty bird She warbles as she flies But she never hollers coo-coo Til the fourth day of July I've gambled in the mountains
warble's captive in my ear So sentimental, I choked back tears Her eyes grew tired of the same view cmethyst wings turned black and blue She's on a lark
I love my sweater It’s not made to last I play cassettes until They warble to mesh And I love you so But only this much I’ll go to bed but my pillow
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