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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeCypress Groove
I would rather to be buriedIn some cypress groveI would rather to be buriedIn some cypress groveThan to have a contrary womanLord, I never can controlAnd when yo' knee bonesGo to achin'An your body gettin' coldWhen yo' knee bonesGo to achin'And yo' body gettin' coldYou know, you jes' gettin' readyHoney, for some cypress groveThen I would rather be buriedSix feet in the clayThen I would rather to be buriedSix feet in the clayThen to be way up hereIn New York CityHoney, treated this't-a-wayAn I will drink muddy waterI'll sleep in a hollow logI will drink muddy waterSleep in a hollow logBefo' I stay up hereHoney, treated like a dogYes, I'm goin' awayHoney, don't you want to go?Yes, I'm goin' awayHoney, don't you wants to go?I'm scared to go back down southThem people goin' kill me, sho'I'm gonna sing this songAn I ain't goin' to sing no mo'I'm goin' to sing this song, an II ain't goin' to sing no mo'Because my time has done got preciousBaby, Lord, just gotI've got to go, yeah
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