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Laid down last night, hopin' I would have my peace, eee
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I laid down last night, hopin' I would have my peace, eee
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But when I woke up, Tom Rushen1 was shakin' me
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When you get in trouble, it's no use to screamin' and cryin', hmm
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When you get in trouble, it's no use to screamin' and cryin', hmm
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Tom Rushen will take you, back to the prison house flyin'
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It were late one night, Halloway was gone to bed, hmm
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It were late one night, Halloway was gone to bed, hmm
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Mister Day2 brought whiskey taken from under Halloway's head
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An' it's boozy booze, now, Lord, to cure these blues
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It takes boozy boo', Lord, to cure these blues
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But each day seems like years in the jailhouse where there is no boo'
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I got up this mornin', Tom Day was standin' around
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I got up this mornin', Tom Day was standin' around
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If he lose his office now, he's runnin' from town to town
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Let me tell you folksies just how he treated me
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Let me tell you folksies just how he treated me
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Aw, he caught me yellin', I was drunk as I could be
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Tom Rushen Blues
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| Charley Patton |
