| Miscellaneous
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| Brown Baby
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| Spoken: Hello, folks, at last I’m back again!
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| I’m going back to a Tennessee town,
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| Back on a visit to my coffee brown,
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| 'Way up the river
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| We will row,
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| Up and down the levee,
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| We will go!
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| I’ve got some baby waiting for me,
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| My brown baby in old Tennessee,
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| When he starts to loving,
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| That’s when he finds,
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| I’m just crazy about that baby of mine!
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| Do you suppose I ever will know,
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| Brown baby!
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| What he has got
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| That makes me love him so?
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| Brown baby!
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| What about his smile
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| That almost gets me wild?
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| He makes a grown-up woman act just like a child;
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| Brown baby,
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| Here in old Tennessee!
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| Now, he don’t use no poor row
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| No farmer’s skin’s so tan,
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| But what he’s got is all his own,
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| And he’s only got the best;
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| His eyes are just like midnight,
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| Best-looking man in town,
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| And I’ll tell you why I’m crazy
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| About my country brown.
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| But, do you suppose I ever will know,
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| Brown baby!
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| What he has got
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| That makes me love him so?
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| Oh, brown baby!
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| What about his smile
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| That almost gets me wild?
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| He makes a grown-up woman act just like a child;
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| Brown baby, baby!
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| From old Tennessee. |