| I was going downtown
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| Just the other day to meet my mates
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| They said I’ll meet you down
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| Down in that mean old burying ground
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| I can shack my rattle
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| Rattle my bones
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| Just don’t lay down before you’re done
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| You can rag momma rag
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| You can’t help it if it’s not your bag
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| Down in the St. Louis cemetary
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| Got the St. Louis cemetary blues
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| We shall walk through the valley
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| Walk through the valley soon
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| We shall talk with the spirits
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| Talk with the spirits soon
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| Even Jesus himself shall be our leader
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| And you can rag momma rag
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| You can’t help it if it’s not your bag
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| Down at the St. Loius cemetary
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| Got the St. Louis cemetary blues |