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Words and Music by : Lee Hayes | ||||||||||||||||||||
Recorded by Harry
Belafonte on: Recording date: 1958 Playing time: 3:36 78: 1103 45 : EPA-9666, RCA-1103 LP : LPM1927 Tape: CPS-152 CD: RGMCD006 |
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Lyrics: Times are getting hard boys Moneys getting scarce If times dont get no better boys Gonna leave this place Take my true love by the hand Lead her from the town Say goodbye to evryone Goodbye to evryone Take my bible from the bed Shotgun from the wall Take old Sal and hitch her up The wagon for to haul Pile the chairs and beds on high Let nothing touch the ground Sal can pull and we can push Were bound to leave this town Made a crop a year ago It withered to the ground Tried to get some credit But the man he turned me down Goin to California Where everything is green Gonna have the best old farm That you have ever seen |
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