I was talking to an oak tree
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When the cypress butted in.
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Out of car parts a raven
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Made a nest inside my skin.
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To understand me better
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You all ought to follow me home.
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I make a wish, I clean the fish, Lord!
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That's why they call me Wash Jones.
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I can scream like the cicada,
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Gin the seed right out of the boll,
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Ride the train to Memphis
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Where there's cotton to be sold.
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To understand me better
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You all ought to follow me home.
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I make a wish, I clean the fish, Lord!
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I feel like driving but my car won't run.
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I feel like plowing but my mules won't come.
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I was lost down in the bottom,
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I was cutting through the cane,
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tied my team up
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to a rusty trace chain.
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To understand me better
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You all ought to follow me home.
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I make a wish, I clean the fish, Lord!
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That's why they call me Wash Jones.
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That's why they call me Wash Jones.
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That's why they call me Wash Jones
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That's why they call me Wash Jones.
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Wash Jones
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