Now here goes the Sunny Land
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Runnin' on this Frisco line
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Here goes this Sunny Land
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Runnin' on this Frisco line
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Now, that's the same train come through Jackson
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You know, an stold that little woman of mine
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Lord, e'rytime
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I hear that lonesome Sunny Land, blow
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E'ry time
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I hear that lonesome Sunny Land, blow
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Now you know, it make me feel lonesome?
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<Yank> 'What man?'
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Lord, just because I want to go
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<Yank> 'I comin', Sonny Boy.'
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I heared the engineerman blew his whistle
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Now, an the fireman rung his bell
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I heard the engineerman, blew his whistle
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Now and the fireman rung his bell
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Lord, said I hated to tell my baby
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<Yank> 'What man?'
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'Baby, you cry you a well'
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<Yank> 'Let's just stay here, Mr. Sonny Boy, just stay here.'
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Now that's all right, but I know
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My baby ain't going to stay, alway
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But that's all right, I know
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My baby ain't going to stay, always
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Now, she will get be-afraid, now an' thinkin'
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<Yank> 'What man?'
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Yank, an comin' runnin' back home, someday
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<Yank> 'I can now.'
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<Sonny Boy> 'Boy, if I am blue, now I blow wit' it.'
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(harmonica begins - Sonny Boy)
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Yank: 'Beat it out, boy'.
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(harmonica continues)
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Now, it was a low down fireman
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Man, an really dirty engineer
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It was a low down fireman
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Lord, an a dirty engineer
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<Yank> 'Yes, run off'.'
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Well, they sure did treated me bad
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<Yank> 'Why?'
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They took my baby away from here.
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Sunny Land
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Sonny Boy Williamson I |