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I’m gonna get up in the morning
I believe I’ll dust my broom.
I’m gonna get up in the morning
I believe I’ll dust my broom.
Well my best gal I’ll be leaving
So my friend, get out my room
I’m gonna write a letter to china
See if my baby’s over there.
I’m gonna write a letter to china
See if my baby’s over there.
If she ain’t up in the hawaiian islands,
Must be in ethiopia somewhere
I believe believe my time alone
I believe believe my time alone
I’ve had to quit my baby and give up my happy home
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