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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 ![]() |
The hogs couldn eat
him, Lord, Lord, Lord And he broke de sows jawbone, Lord, Lord, Lord So they taken him to sawmill, Lord, Lord, Lord And he broke de saws 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 goslings, Lord, Lord, Lord Had a long string o goslins, Lord, Lord, Lord The all went-a quenk-quenk, Lord, Lord, Lord |
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