| Come a lou
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| Come a lou
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| Come a hi-low
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| Come a ram tam tam and a dippy dippy dow
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| Hear the row
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| The bow wow wow
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| The bugle’s horn
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| The big fi-diddle and the hidey-ho
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| Through the woods
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| We’re gonna roam, boys
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| Through the woods
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| We’re gonna roam
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| Well, the first I saw was a blind man
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| As blind as he could be
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| He said he saw Corina sitting in a tall oak tree
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| Come a ram tam tam and a dippy dippy dow
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| Hear the row
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| The bow wow wow
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| The bugle’s horn
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| The big fi-diddle and the hidey-ho
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| Through the woods
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| We’re gonna roam, boys
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| Through the woods
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| We’re gonna roam
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| All along the old backroad
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| The people stopped to talk at her garden gate
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| While inside
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| The family cried all through the night
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| 'Cause the old woman had passed away
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| I loved her so
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| And oh, she was a special one
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| A lovely lady and a gentle soul
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| And she taught me to sing an old folk song
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| With a melody of a hundred years ago
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| And she sang
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| I come a lou
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| Come a lou
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| Come a hi-low
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| I come down the merry stream
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| I’m remembering
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| Those memories have given me so much
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| She wore her age so gracefully |
| There was not a living thing that she did not love
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| And I pray that there is a little of her in me
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| Oklahoma in the summertime
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| In her rocking chair
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| She’s singing there
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| On the porch
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| While the hounds are howling through the hot black night
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| And that old fox
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| Well, he’s a running like he never has done before
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| When you hear the melody
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| And when you play my song
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| Every note you hear from me
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| She’s singing right along
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| And she sang
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| I come a lou
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| Come a lou
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| Come a hi-low
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| I’m remembering
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| All along the old backroad
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| The people stop to talk at her garden gate
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| While inside
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| The family cried all through the night
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| Did you hear that old Mrs. Whitten has passed away today |