| As I was a-gwine down the road,
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| Tired team and a heavy load,
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| Crack my whip and the leader sprung,
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| l seys day-day to the wagon tongue.
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| Turkey in the straw, turkey in the hay,
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| Turkey in the straw, turkey in the hay
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| Roll 'em up and twist 'em up a high tuckahaw
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| And twist 'em up a tune called Turkey in the Straw.
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| Went out to milk, and I didn’t know how,
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| I milked the goat instead of the cow.
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| A monkey sittin' on a pile of straw,
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| A-winkin' at his mother-in-law.
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| Met Mr. Catfish comin' down stream.
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| Says Mr. Catfish, «What does you mean?»
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| Caught Mr. Catfish by the snout,
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| And turned Mr. Catfish wrong side out.
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| Came to a river and I couldn’t get across,
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| Paid five dollars for a blind old hoss;
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| Wouldn’t go ahead, nor he wouldn’t stand still,
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| So he went up and down like an old saw mill.
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| As I came down the new cut road,
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| Met Mr. Bullfrog, met Miss Toad
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| And every time Miss Toad would sing,
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| Old Bullfrog cut a pigeon wing.
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| Oh I jumped in the seat and I gave a little yell
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| The horses ran away, broke the wagon all to hell
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| Sugar in the gourd and honey in the horn
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| I never been so happy since the day I was born.
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