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Well, I did all I can do And I can't get along with you. I'm gonna take you to your mama, Pay day, Pay day, Pay day. I'm gonna take you to your mama, Pay day. Now the rabbit's in a log, And I lost my rabbit dog. And I hate to see that rabbit Get away, Get away, Get away. Well, I hate to see that rabbit Get away. Just about a week ago, I stole some ham and egg. I'm gonna keep my skillet greasy, If I can, If I can, If I can. I'm gonna keep my skillet greasy, If I can. (You know what happened to me?) Now the hounds are on my track, I got me knapsack on my back. I'm gonna make it to my shanty 'Fore day, 'Fore day, 'Fore day. I'm gonna make it to my shanty 'Fore day. Now I've done all I can do And can't get along with you. I'm gonna take you to your mama, Pay day, Pay day, Pay day. I'm gonna take you to your mama, Pay day. ...take you to your mama. Gonna take you to your mama. I'm gonna take you to your mama, Pay day. I'm gonna take you to your mama. A-gonna take you to your mama. Gonna take to your mama, Pay day. A-gonna take you to your mama. A-gonna take you to your mama. A-gonna take you to your mama, Pay day. Gonna take to your mama. A-gonna take you to your mama. A-gonna take to your mama, Pay day. A-gonna take you to your mama. A-gonna take you to your mama. A-gonna take you to your mama, Pay day.
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