| Cryin' who’s that yonder comin' down the road, coming down the road?
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| Now, who’s that yonder, comin' down the road?
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| Well it looks like Maggie, Mama, but she walk too slow
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| Cryin' what made Grandma love her Grandpa, love her Grandpa so?
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| Mmmmm, what made Grandma to love her Grandpa so?
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| It was eight long years ago
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| Cryin' see see rider, see what you done done, see what you done done
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| Mmmmm, see see rider, see what you done done
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| You done made me love you, now you tryin' to put me down
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| Cryin' ain’t gon' be your ridin' horse no more, ridin' horse no more
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| Says I ain’t gon' be your ridin' horse no more
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| Long before I be, I will take morphine and die
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| What good is a bulldog, he won’t bark or bite, he won’t bark or bite?
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| What good is a bulldog, he won’t bark or bite?
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| And what good is a woman she won’t ask you what you like?
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| Now who’s that yonder, see them dressed in red, see them dressed in red?
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| Who’s that yonder, see them dressed in red?
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| Well they must be the children, Mama, that my Moses led |