| My man’s over there on Parchman Farm
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| Sittin' there on Parchman Farm
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| My man’s sittin' there on Parchman Farm
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| He ain’t never done nobody no harm
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| Puttin' that cotton in eleven foot sack
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| Puttin' that cotton in eleven foot sack
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| He’s puttin' that cotton in eleven foot sack
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| With a twelve gage shotgun at his back
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| He’s sittin' over there on number nine
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| He’s sittin' over there on number nine
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| Sittin' over there on number nine
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| And all he ever did was drink his wine
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| Well, he’s gonna be there for the rest of his life
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| He’s gonna be there for the rest of his life
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| Well, he’s gonna be there for the rest of his life
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| And all he ever did was shoot his wife |