| I would rather to be buried
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| In some cypress grove
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| I would rather to be buried
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| In some cypress grove
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| Than to have a contrary woman
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| Lord, I never can control
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| And when yo' knee bones
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| Go to achin'
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| An your body gettin' cold
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| When yo' knee bones
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| Go to achin'
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| And yo' body gettin' cold
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| You know, you jes' gettin' ready
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| Honey, for some cypress grove
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| Then I would rather be buried
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| Six feet in the clay
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| Then I would rather to be buried
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| Six feet in the clay
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| Then to be way up here
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| In New York City
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| Honey, treated this’t-a-way
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| An I will drink muddy water
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| I’ll sleep in a hollow log
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| I will drink muddy water
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| Sleep in a hollow log
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| Befo' I stay up here
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| Honey, treated like a dog
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| Yes, I’m goin' away
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| Honey, don’t you want to go?
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| Yes, I’m goin' away
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| Honey, don’t you wants to go?
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| I’m scared to go back down south
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| Them people goin' kill me, sho'
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| I’m gonna sing this song
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| An I ain’t goin' to sing no mo'
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| I’m goin' to sing this song, an I
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| I ain’t goin' to sing no mo'
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| Because my time has done got precious
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| Baby, Lord, just got
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| I’ve got to go, yeah |