| When I was just a little thing
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| I almost learned from Cousin Nick
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| Ol' Massah found out, sure enough
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| And poor old Nick, he got strung up
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| Better git yer learnin'
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| Better git yer learnin'
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| Better git yer learnin'
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| Before it goes away
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| The year was 1863
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| The paper said that I was free
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| But no one read it to my ears
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| And so I slaved for two more years
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| Better git yer learnin'
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| Better git yer learnin'
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| Better git yer learnin'
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| Before it goes away
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| A teacher came from Ohio
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| To learn us what we need to know
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| Before she told us what was what
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| She up and died of Whooping Cough
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| Better git yer learnin'
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| Better git yer learnin'
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| Better git yer learnin'
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| Before it goes away
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| I heard about a school was free
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| Way out east in Tennessee
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| Before I got to go to town
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| The damned old reds had burned it down
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| Better git yer learnin'
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| Better git yer learnin'
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| Better git yer learnin'
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| Before it goes away
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| So now that I am old and gray
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| Listen close to what I say
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| The white folks, they will write the show
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| If you can’t read, you’ll never know
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| Better git yer learnin'
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| Better git yer learnin'
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| Better git yer learnin'
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| Before it goes away
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| Better git yer learnin'
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| Better git yer learnin'
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| Better git yer learnin'
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| Before it goes away |