| I’m wild about my daddy. |
| I want him all the time
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| Wild about my daddy, I want him all the time
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| But I don’t want you, daddy, if I can’t call you mine
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| Got the farewell blues-y, and my trunk is packed
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| Got the farewell blues-y, and my trunk is packed
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| But I don’t want no daddy because that I ain’t comin' back
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| Oh, fare you well, daddy. |
| Hon, it’s your turn now
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| Fare you well, daddy. |
| Hon, it’s your turn now
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| After all I’ve done, you mistreated me anyhow
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| Going through the wood-field feeling sad and blue
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| Going through the wood-field feeling sad and blue
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| Lord, up jumped a rabbit, said, «Mama, I’ve got 'em too.»
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| Pig starts to singin'. |
| Oh, how his voice could ring!
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| Pig starts to singin'. |
| Oh, how his voice could ring!
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| He says, «I'm no yellow jacket, but Lord, how I can sting!»
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| Since my man left me, the others can’t be found
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| Since my man left me, others can’t be found
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| But before he left me, the other men was hangin' around
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| So fare you well, daddy. |
| Someday you’ll hear bad news
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| So farewell, daddy. |
| Someday you’ll hear bad news
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| When you look for your mama, she’s gone with the farewell blues |