| Way down in Carolina where the sweet potatoes grow
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| There lives a dusky maiden by the name of Liza Snow
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| She used to go to parties where they’d always make her sing,
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| But say you ought to see that Baby do the pigeon wing.
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| They held a dancing contest and were goin' to give a prize
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| They all had on their finest and it now was up to Lize.
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| Just who was goin' to win it ev’rybody there could feel,
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| When Liza hollered to the band to play the Chicken Reel
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| Clear the crowd away
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| Tell the band to play
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| When you hear me say «GO» My honey
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| Oh, you Chicken Reel, how you make me feel
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| Say it’s really so entrancin'
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| Who could really keep from dancin',
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| That’s the music sweet, like the chicken meat
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| Give it to me with the dressin'
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| I don’t need no dancin' lesson
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| Put all the other fine selections right away
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| That is the only tune I want to hear you play
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| When I get married if there’s music I will say
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| «Hey boss keep a-playin' Chicken Reel all day
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| One night when from a party she was walkin' home with Bill
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| Now he’s a steady feller and the night was dark and still
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| It seems he stoe a chicken and when Liza heard of that,
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| She said I’m gonna wear it on my go-to-meetin' hat.
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| I guess you’r goin' crazy answered William with a smile,
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| But Liza said «Go on you havn’t heard the latest style.»
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| When first she wore it out the people asked her to explain
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| but Liza simply said Why I have chicken on the brain.
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| Clear the crowd away
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| Tell the band to play
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| When you hear me say «GO» My honey |