| It was down on the old Pontchartrain
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| Down among the cotton and the cane
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| Oh, the buildings I did make and the houses I did build
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| On the banks of the old Pontchartrain
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| Take me home, poor Julia, take me home
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| Take me home, poor Julia, take me home
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| For I have no place for to lay my head
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| But to lay in poor Julia’s arms
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| Miss Julia and I went a-walking
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| Oh, the sun not more than half an hour high
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| We walked where the green grass growed up to our knees
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| Miss Julia hung her head and she cried
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| Take me home, poor Julia, take m home
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| Take me hom, poor Julia, take me home
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| For I have no place for to lay my head
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| But to lay in poor Julia’s arms
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| Miss Julia and I were a-sleeping
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| When death came a-knocking at the door
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| Miss Julia was sleeping in my arms
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| On the banks of the old river shore
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| Take me home, poor Julia, take me home
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| Take me home, poor Julia, take me home
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| For I have no place for to lay my head
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| But to lay in poor Julia’s arms
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| Oh, don’t bury me so deep in my coffin
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| Oh, don’t bury me so deep in my grave
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| It makes no difference where you bury my body
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| Gonna rise at the resurrection day
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| Take me home, poor Julia, take me home
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| Take me home, poor Julia, take me home
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| For I have no place for to lay my head
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| But to lay in poor Julia’s arms |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Take Me Home Poor Julia , by - Norman Blake. Song from the album Back Home In Sulphur Springs, in the genre Музыка мира