Gray Goose
Traditional - Lead Belly

It was one Sunday mornin', Lord, Lord, Lord
  When the preacher went a-huntin’, Lord, Lord, Lord
He went to the big wood, Lord, Lord, Lord
  And he took along his zulu, Lord, Lord, Lord
He took along his zulu, Lord, Lord, Lord
  And the zulu went bulu, Lord, Lord, Lord
He carried a shotgun, Lord, Lord, Lord
  Along come a gray goose, Lord, Lord, Lord
He was six weeks a-fallin’, Lord, Lord, Lord
  And six weeks a-hollin’, Lord, Lord, Lord

My wife an’ yo wife, Lord, Lord, Lord
  They give a feather-pickin’, Lord, Lord, Lord
They was six weeks a-pickin’, Lord, Lord, Lord
  And they put him on a-par-boil’, Lord, Lord, Lord
He was six weeks a-boilin’, Lord, Lord, Lord
  And they put him on the table, Lord, Lord, Lord
Well, a knife couldn’ prick him, Lord, Lord, Lord
  And a fork couldn’ stick him, Lord, Lord, Lord
Now they threw him in the hog-pen, Lord, Lord, Lord
  And the hogs couldn’ eat him, Lord, Lord, Lord






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The hogs couldn’ eat him, Lord, Lord, Lord
  And he broke de sow’s jawbone, Lord, Lord, Lord
So they taken him to sawmill, Lord, Lord, Lord
  And he broke de saw’s teeth out, Lord, Lord, Lord
Well, the last time I seed him, Lord, Lord, Lord
  He was flyin’ ’cross de ocean, Lord, Lord, Lord
He was flyin’ ‘cross the ocean, Lord, Lord, Lord
  Had a long string o’ gosling’s, Lord, Lord, Lord
Had a long string o’ goslin’s, Lord, Lord, Lord
  The all went-a quenk-quenk, Lord, Lord, Lord


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