| Come along, little children, come along
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| While the moon is shining bright
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| Get on board, down the river float
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| Raise a ruckus tonight!
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| I love my wife, I love my baby
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| I love that biscuit dipping in gravy
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| Save me the hambone, give me the gravy
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| I love my biscuits sopped in gravy
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| Come along, little children, come along
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| While the moon is shining bright
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| Get on board, down the river float
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| Raise a ruckus tonight!
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| Now when I die, won’t you bury me deep
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| Put molasses on my head, on my feet
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| Put them flapjacks in my hand
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| All the way to the promised land
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| Come along, children, come along
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| While the moon is shining bright
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| Get on board, down the river float
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| And raise a ruckus tonight!
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| Now some folk say that the preacher don’t steal
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| Well, I caught one in my corn-field
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| One had a bushel, one had a peck
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| One had a rooster around his neck
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| Come along, little children, come along
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| While the moon is shining bright
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| Get on board, down the river float
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| Raise a ruckus tonight!
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| Come along, little children, come along
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| While the moon is shining bright
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| Get on board, down the river float
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| Raise a ruckus tonight!
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| Why don’t you raise a ruckus tonight?
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| Come on and raise the ruckus tonight! |