| I would rather be buried in some cypress grove
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| I would rather be buried in some cypress grove
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| To have some woman, Lord, that I can’t control
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| And I’m goin' away now, I’m goin' away to stay
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| And I’m goin' away now, I’m goin' away to stay
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| That’ll be all right, pretty mama, you gonna need my help someday
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| And the sun goin' down, and you know what your promise means
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| And the sun goin' down, you know what your promise means
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| And what’s the matter, baby, I can’t see
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| I would rather be dead and six feet in my grave
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| I would rather be dead and six feet in my grave
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| Than to be way up here, honey, treated this a-way
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| And the old people told me, baby, but I never did know
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| The old people told me, baby woman, but I never did know
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| «The good book declare you got to reap just what you sow»
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| When your knee bone’s achin' and your body cold
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| When your knee bone’s achin' and your body cold
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| Means you just gettin' ready, honey, for the cypress grove |