Hey Nellie Nellie, come to the window
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Hey Nellie Nellie, look at what I see
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He's riding into town on a sway-back mule
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In a tall black hat he looks like a fool
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He sure is talking like he's been to school
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It's 1855
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Hey Nellie Nellie, come to the window
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Hey Nellie Nellie, listen what he says
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He say the black folk should be free
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To walk anywhere like you and me
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He's talking about a thing called democracy
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It's 1859
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Hey Nellie Nellie, come to the window
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Hey Nellie Nellie, hand me down my gun
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The men are marching, the boys are too
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All putting on their coats of blue
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I can't just stand here talking to you
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It's 1861
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Hey Nellie Nellie, come to the window
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Hey Nellie Nellie, I've come home alive
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But my coat of blue is stained with red
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And the man in the tall black hat is dead
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We sure can remember all the things he said
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It's 1865
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Hey Nellie Nellie, come to the window
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Hey Nellie Nellie, time to make a row
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I see white folk and black folk side by side
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Marching in a column a century wide
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From Selma to Soweto we're turning the tide
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I feel things changing now
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From Selma to Soweto we're turning the tide
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Things are changing now
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Hey Nelly Nelly, come to the window
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Hey Nelly Nelly, look at what I see
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I see white folks and colored walkin' side by side
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They're walkin' in a column that's a century wide
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It's still a long and a hard and a bloody ride
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In 1963
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Nellie
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The Kingston Trio |