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Dirt Band

You can swim in this old river It's been delivered since the factory shut down And like the river I'm waiting for resurrection Since I've lost your affection

Goodbye Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh Son of a gun, we?ll have good

Now there's a big fat turkey or maybe a ham Round fluffy biscuits all covered with jam Blackberry, huckleberry, mince and pumpkin pies If you don't watch

(Old Folks at Home) Written by Stephen C. Foster Way down upon de Swanee Ribber, Far, far away, Dere's wha my heart is turning ebber, Dere's wha de

Sat here by this stony brook Until the grey day turned to dust When up swam a fish with a children?s book Thought that I was lost He was on his way to

From Port Royal to Le Roy I am yours Jamaica Lady. My heart is sinking like a stone You have lived in my soul Fair thee well, Jamaica Lady It is the saddest

Jo Jo was a man who thought he was a loner But he knew it wouldn't last Jo Jo left his home in Tucson, Arizona For some California grass Get back, get

What goes on in your heart? What goes on in your mind? You are tearing me apart When you treat me so unkind What goes on in your mind? The other day

me, can't catch me Bring that beat back to me again Take me back, take me back, can't catch me, can't catch me Ride my bike down the old dirt hill First