C C "Oh, mos' feet and it hang, can't you see?" I groan. F C She says, 'Oh, wha' 'ts arright." I said, "Jesus, don't take it at all." G C She's a past-cold beauty, but she can't light a cannonball. C Now, down by the river she's a-hop on her knees, and I holler to my baby, yelling, "Please, please, please!" F C Oh, then I hit her and doubt my chase at all. G C Now, no hoax. Let's go! But it's that pure soul, and it's off the ball. C Now, honey, I'm makin' a hot to road. Now I'm happy to leaving, but it's a heavy load. F C I said, "Ah, my babe. She don't meet me no half at all." G C Dress it up. Best to pick up, bub: better have it all. [Oh, let's shake it up.] [ C F C G C ] C Well, hot dog, goody me. Settle on a trail Down apart my knees I can't find my kerry. Find a nail! F C She old top these... oh, better hold mine up. G C Please, let's go, 'n' I hope it don't interrupt. [Oh, do it again, now. One time for Bozo and his dog. [ C F C G C ] C I hope it come' easy; I hope it comes hard; I hope I sit me down yon' sit a little a chicken yard. F C Open up, ol' Henry. Get that boy on home. G C Tell Bess momma, he's up 'n' gone too long. [ C F C G C ]
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