I lived in a place called Okfuskee
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And I had a little girl in a holler tree
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I said, little girl, it's plain to see,
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There ain't nobody that can sing like me
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She said it's hard for me to see
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How one little boy got so ugly
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Yes, my luttle girly, that might be
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But there ain't nobody that can sing like me
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Ain't nobody that can sing like me
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Way over yonder in the minor key
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Way over yonder in the minor key
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There ain't nobody that can sing like me
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We walked down by the Buckeye Creek
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To see the frog eat the goggle eye bee
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To hear that west wind whistle to the east
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There ain't nobody that can sing like me
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Oh my little girly will you let me see
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Way over yonder where the wind blows free
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Nobody can see in our holler tree
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And there ain't nobody that can sing like me
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Her mama cut a switch from a cherry tree
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And laid it on the she and me
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It stung lots worse than a hive of bees
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But there ain't nobody that can sing like me
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Now I have walked a long long ways
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And I still look back to my tanglewood days
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I've led lots of girls since then to stray
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Saying, ain't nobody that can sing like me.
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Way Over Yonder in the Minor Key
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| Woody Guthrie |
