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Times is getting harder, money's getting scarce Times don't get no better here, fare thee well good old place Oh, my little love'd one go with me, I'm gwine away in the morn I'm gwine away for to leave you love, at the sound of the dinner horn Way down yonder on Cripple Creek, trees they hang so low The coons am among them, while Mazie plays below Oh, my little love'd one go with me, I'm gwine away in the morn I'm gwine away for to leave you love, at the sound of the dinner horn Way down yonder in the meadow, that's where I mow the hay Always work the harder, when I thought of lovely May Oh, my little love'd one go with me, I'm gwine away in the morn I'm gwine away for to leave you love, at the sound of the dinner horn I've got a lovely little dog, he is a lovely pup He stands all day, on his hind feet, just to hold his front ones up Oh, my little love'd one go with me, I'm gwine away in the morn I'm gwine away for to leave you love, at the sound of the dinner horn I went and bought me a union suit, without exaggeration I'll declare I wore it six months and lost the combination Oh, my little love'd one go with me, I'm gwine away in the morn I'm gwine away for to leave you love, at the sound of the dinner horn New York is a pretty place, Washington you ought to see Want to see them pretty girls, just hop to Tennessee
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