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Got The Farm Land Blues - The Carolina Tar Heels.lrc

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[00:28.000]I woke up this morning, between one and two
[00:37.000]Woke up this morning, between one and two
[00:43.000]Heard a chicken squalling, down at my chicken roost
[00:51.000]I rushed down there, but a little too late
[00:57.900]I rushed down there, but a little too late
[01:04.467]Thief had got my chickens, and made his get-away
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[01:15.250]Went out to my corn crib, for to get some corn
[01:23.159]Went out to my corn crib, for to get some corn
[01:31.400]Thief had broke in my corn crib, took away every ear of my corn
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[01:45.400]Went to get my car, for to go get the sheriff
[01:51.145]Went to get my car, for to go get the sheriff
[01:56.900]Thief had took every tire, right off of my car
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[02:02.400]SPOKEN: Hard luck
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[02:06.042]Well, along come a storm, tore down my corn
[02:11.978]Along come a storm, tore down my corn
[02:18.900]While the bean beetle in the bean patch, eatin' up the beans,
[02:24.517]Boll weevil in the cotton, he's tearin' up the bolls
[02:32.413]Got the farm land blues, got the farm land blues right now
[02:38.933]Got the farm land blues, got the farm land blues right now
[02:46.138]Not another fur-, row will I plow
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[02:52.900]Gonna sell my farm, gonna move to town
[02:58.500]Gonna sell my farm, gonna move to town
[03:04.264]Got the farm land blues, right now
text lyrics
I woke up this morning, between one and two
Woke up this morning, between one and two
Heard a chicken squalling, down at my chicken roost
I rushed down there, but a little too late
I rushed down there, but a little too late
Thief had got my chickens, and made his get-away
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Went out to my corn crib, for to get some corn
Went out to my corn crib, for to get some corn
Thief had broke in my corn crib, took away every ear of my corn
------
Went to get my car, for to go get the sheriff
Went to get my car, for to go get the sheriff
Thief had took every tire, right off of my car
------
SPOKEN: Hard luck
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Well, along come a storm, tore down my corn
Along come a storm, tore down my corn
While the bean beetle in the bean patch, eatin' up the beans,
Boll weevil in the cotton, he's tearin' up the bolls
Got the farm land blues, got the farm land blues right now
Got the farm land blues, got the farm land blues right now
Not another fur-, row will I plow
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Gonna sell my farm, gonna move to town
Gonna sell my farm, gonna move to town
Got the farm land blues, right now