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If you want to get your eye knocked
If you want to get your fill
If you want to get your eye knocked out
Go to Sugar Hill.
Jay bird and a sparrow hawk
Had a little fight together
They fought all around the briar patch
And never jerked a feather.
If I had no horse to ride
I’d be found a-walking
Up and down old Toe Nail Gap
To hear that woman a-talking.
If you want to get your head bashed in
If you want to get your fill
If you want to get your head cut
Was in the spring one sunny day,
My sweetheart left me, she’s gone away.
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And now she’s gone and I don’t worry,
Because I’m sittin’ on top of the world.
She called me up from down in El Paso,
Said come back, daddy, Lord I need you so. (Chorus)
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust,
Show me a woman a man can trust. (Chorus)
Mississippi River is deep and wide,
The woman I’m loving is on the other side. (Chorus)
If you don’t like my peaches, don’t you shake my tree,
Get
Mama’s Little Baby Loves shortening, shortening
Mama’s Little Baby Loves shortening bread
Mama’s Little Baby Loves shortening, shortening
Mama’s Little Baby Loves shortening bread.
Put on the skillet, put on the lid
Mama’s gonna make a little shortening bread
That ain’t all she’s gonna do
Mama’s gonna make a little coffee too.
Three little boys, lying in bed
Two was sick, and the other most dead
Sent for the doctor, and the doctor said,
Feed them babies on shortening bread
Slipped in the kitchen, slipped on the lid
Slipped my pockets full of shortening bread
Stole the skillet,
Shady Grove, my little love
Shady Grove I say
Shady Grove, my little love
I’m bound to go away
Cheeks as red a a blooming rose
And eyes are the prettiest brown
She’s the darling of my heart
Sweetest girl in towm
Shady Grove my little love,
Shady Grove be mine,
Shady Grove my little love
Down in Caroline.
I wish I had a big fine horse
And corn to feed him on
And Shady Grove to stay at home
And feed him while I’m gone.
Went to see my Shady Grove
She was standing in the door
by Wayne Erbsen © 2011, Fracas Music, (BMI).
When the world is all on fire and the flames will leave their wrath,
Run and hide, run and hide.
When the rocks slide down the mountain and you cannot find a path,
Run and hide, run and hide.
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Run and hide from all your troubles, there’s no use to hunker down.
When the skies are dark and stormy you’ve just got to leave this town,
Now the ground has started shakin’ and the pain you can’t abide,
Run and hide, run and hide.
When the waves are
New lyrics © 2011 by Wayne Erbsen, Fracas Music (BMI).
A woman like that, all she do is fuss,
A woman like that, all she do is fuss.
I’m goin’ back to Texas on the Greyhound bus.
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Oh, the road is rocky, but it won’t be rocky long,
The road is rocky, but it won’t be rocky long.
Been catchin’ the devil since my gal’s been gone.
When you go fishin’ take a worm and a line,
When you go fishin’ take a worm and a line.
And when you go courtin’ just ask her to
No, I ain’t got no use
For my red rocking chair,
I ain’t got no sugar baby now,
No, I ain’t got no sugar baby now.
Some old rounder come along
Took my sugar babe and gone,
And I ain’t got no sugar baby now,
No, I ain’t got no sugar baby now.
I gave her every cent I made
And I laid her in the shade,
And I ain’t got no sugar baby now,
No, I ain’t got no sugar baby now.
And it’s who’ll call you honey
It’s who’ll sing this song?
Who’ll rock the
Well I married me a wife she gave me trouble all my life
Ran me out in the cold rain and snow.
Rain and snow
Ran me out in the cold rain and snow.
Well she came down the stairs combing back her long yeller hair
And her cheeks were as red a rose.
Well I did all I could do try to get along with you
And I’m not gonna be treat this a way.
Well she came in the room where she met her fatal doom
And I’m not gonna be treat this a way.
I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger
traveling through this world of woe
But there’s no sickness, toil, nor danger
In this bright world to which I go.
I’m going there is see my father,
I’m going there no more to roam
I’m just a going over Jordan,
I’m just a going over home.
I know dark clouds will gather round me
I know my way is rough and steep
Yet beauteous fields lie just before me
Where God’s redeemed their vigils keep.
I’m going there to see my mother
She said’ she’d meet me when I come
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I got a pig home in a pen,
Corn to feed him on,
All I need’s a pretty little girl,
To feed him when I’m gone.
Going on the mountain,
Sow a little cane.
Raise a barrel of sorghum,
Sweeten old Liza Jane. (Chorus)
Black clouds a-risin’,
Sure sign of rain,
Get your old grey bonnet on,
Sweet little Liza Jane.
Bake them biscuits baby,
Bake ‘em good and brown.
When I get my biscuits baked,
I’m Alabama bound. (Chorus)
Goin’ to Atlanta,
Just to look around.
If things don’t suit me,
I’ll find another
