| hush, you little baby, don’t you say a word
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| here comes the devil, all dressed up like a mockingbird
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| and if that mockingbird should try to steal you off the ground
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| mama’s gonna grab on tight and hold you down- down- down
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| mama, can you tell me: where did my money go?
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| what did the devil sell me? |
| i don’t even know
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| he’s been pecking in my pockets, diving round my door
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| trying to take me with him- what does he want me for?
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| mama told me: don’t let go the ground
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| somebody hold me- hold me down
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| i got the devil on my shoulder- hollering- beating his red wing
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| saying «polly wanna dollar, i don’t care if you can sing»
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| and «put down that guitar, now, darlin', you can’t really play it
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| don’t matter what you got to say- you don’t know how to say it»
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| bridge
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| what’s this coming? |
| what’s this coming? |
| coming over me
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| i can’t stand myself- i can’t even stand on my own feet |