Oh Lordy, Lordy Look’a dere, look’a dere! The hoes is locked in da tool shed The Fix-it man took sick, and dead
Momma got a bad root, conjr’n up good luck. and Massa Sam gone mad, done stole our buck Miss Missy up’n lef’ right after that buck dey say she neva wuz quite right in da head
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