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WINNSBORO COTTON MILL BLUES Old man Sargent sitting at the desk, The damned old fool won't give us no rest. He'd take the nickels off a dead man's eyes, To buy a Coca-cola and a Pomo Pie. cho: I've got the blues, I've got the blues, I've got the Winnsboro Cotton Mill blues, Lordy, lordy, spoolin's hard, You know and I know, I don't have to tell: Work for Tom Watson, got to work like hell. I've got the blues, I've got the blues, I've got the Winnsboro Cotton Mill blues, ( Repeat after each verse) When I die, don't bury me at all, Just hang me up on the spoolroom wall. Place a knotter in my hand, So I can spool in the Promised Land. When I die, don't bury me deep, Bury me down on 600 Street, Place a bobbin in each hand, So I can dolph in the Promised Land, @work @mill filename[ WNNSBORO TUNE FILE: WNNSBORO CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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