| When the sun goes back and the first quail calls
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| Follow the drinking gourd
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| The old man is a-waitin' for to carry you to freedom
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| Follow the drinking gourd.
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| Follow the drinking gourd, follow the drinking gourd
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| For the old man is a-waitin' to carry you to freedom
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| Follow the drinking gourd.
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| The river bed makes a mighty fine road,
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| Dead trees to show you the way
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| And it’s left foot, peg foot, traveling on
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| Follow the drinking gourd.
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| Follow the drinking gourd, follow the drinking gourd
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| For the old man is a-waitin' to carry you to freedom
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| Follow the drinking gourd.
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| The river ends between two hills
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| Follow the drinking gourd
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| There’s another river on the other side
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| Follow the drinking gourd.
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| Follow the drinking gourd, follow the drinking gourd
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| For the old man is a-waitin' to carry you to freedom
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| Follow the drinking gourd.
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| I thought I heard the angels say
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| Follow the drinking gourd
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| The stars in the heavens gonna show you the way
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| Follow the drinking gourd… |