| I might dig myself a hole
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| Move my baby down in the ground
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| I might dig myself a hole
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| Move my baby down in the ground
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| You know when I come out
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| There won’t be no wars around
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| Well, I got my white canary, my class card, too
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| My baby’s wondering Lord now what am I to do
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| Might dig myself a hole
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| Move my baby down in the ground
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| You know when I come out
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| There won’t be no wars around
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| Yeah!
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| Well, they take me to the river front, cross the deep blue sea
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| My baby begin to wonder what in the world become of me
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| Dig myself a hole
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| Move my baby down in the ground
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| You know when I come out
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| There won’t be no wars around
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| I’m might-a leave my baby all pulled up and crying
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| You know that’s the reason why I 'm really gonna change my mind
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| Dig myself a hole
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| Move my baby down in the ground
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| You know when I come out
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| There won’t be no wars around
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| Well, I ain’t got no one to love me, all I got is gone
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| My baby leavin' me and I’m leavin' up my home
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| I might dig myself a hole
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| Move my baby down in the ground
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| You know when I come up
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| There won’t be no wars around |