| One-Man Nan, a gal from Alabam,
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| Never loved but Good Man Sam,
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| Good Man Sam slipped off the levee one day;
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| He fell into the river, then he faded away;
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| When One-Man Nan got the news,
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| She started down the road and sang these weary blues:
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| I’m going down to the levee
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| Where the water’s heavy,
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| Gonna find my good man Sam,
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| I made a vow when I got him,
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| That I’d never drop him,
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| When he was in a jam.
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| Somebody told of Sam’s sinkin',
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| That’s my cup,
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| It’s gonna be my place to pick him up.
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| I’m going down to the levee
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| Where the water’s heavy,
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| Gonna find my good man Sam.
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| One-Man Nan,
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| Levee-bound,
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| Keeps slip-sloppin' on the ground,
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| Ripped up trees,
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| Roots and all,
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| Just like a cannon ball;
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| She outran her shadow,
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| Left it far behind,
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| Got it runnin' sideways
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| Just to keep from flyin',
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| Folks for miles round about,
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| Heard old Nanny shout:
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| I’m going down to the levee
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| Where the water’s heavy,
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| Gonna find my good man Sam,
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| I made a vow when I got him,
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| That I’d never drop him,
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| When he was in a jam.
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| Somebody told of Sam’s sinkin',
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| That’s my cup,
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| It’s gonna be my place to pick him up.
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| I’m going down to the levee
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| Where the water’s heavy,
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| Gonna find my good man Sam. |