| Well a-way down yonder on the Candy Creek
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| I whittled out a fiddle from my wagon seat
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| I fiddled my fiddle and I rubbed my bow
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| Play a little tune wherever I go
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| Sleepy-eyed John, you better your britches on
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| Sleepy-eyed John, better tie your shoe
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| Sleepy-eyed John, you better get your britches on
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| And try to get to heaven 'fore the Devil gets to you
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| Well, Sleepy-eyed John he stole a goose
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| The goose he flopped but he couldn’t get loose
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| Said John to the goose «If you don’t be still
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| We’ll miss my supper down in Candyville.»
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| Well Sleepy-eyed John he had a wooden leg
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| The little leg was nothing but a little wooden peg
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| One shoe off and one shoe on
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| He’ll do the double shuffle 'til the cows come home
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| Now I got twenty dollars for to build a fence
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| I took my money and I ain’t worked since
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| Sold my buggy and I sold my plow
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| I wouldn’t take a dollar for my journey now
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| Well over the hickory and down the pine
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| The raccoon laughed and the old hound whined
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| John said «Sic 'em» and the raccoon left
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| They crossed Green River in a minute and a half |