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[Chorus:]
Cornbread and butterbeans and you across the table
Eatin' beans and makin' love as long as I am able
Growin' corn and cotton too and when the day is over
Ride the mule and cut the fool and love again all over

Hoein' corn and cotton too I'm going to Louisiana
To buy a coon dog and a big fat hog and marry Susie Anna

I was raised in the country that's a natural fact
Food on the table from the garden out back
Everyone working to make the land their own
Red clay crackin' where the silver queen grows

Runnin' with your cousins from yard to yard
Livin' was easy but the playin' was hard
Didn't have much nothing comes for free

Georgie Buck is dead
The last thing he said
"Don't put no shortnin' in my bread."

Georgie Buck is dead
The last thing he said
"Don't put no shortnin' in my bread."

I shall not, I shall not be moved
I shall not, I shall not be moved
Just like a tree that's planted by the water
I shall not be moved

I'm on my way to heaven, I shall not be moved
I'm on my way to heaven, I shall not be moved
Just like a tree that's planted by the water

If you come a knockin' honey I don't mind but if you're not here for loving well baby don't waste my time
If you come a knockin' honey I don't mind but if you're not here for loving well baby don't waste my time
There's chicken in the fridge, half a bottle of wine, sit and eat your fill and give me what is mine
Chicken in the fridge, half a bottle of wine, sit and eat your fill and gimme gimme gimme gimme
Show me the money, show me the money, show me the money and the milk and the honey
Show me the money, show me the money, show me the money and the milk and the honey
Show me the money, show me the money, show me the money and the milk and whooo

Little Margaret is sitting in her high hall chair
Combing back her long yellow hair
Saw sweet William and his new made bride
Riding up the road so near

She threw down her ivory comb
Threw back her long yellow hair
Said "I'll go down and bid them farewell

Short life of trouble
A few more words to part,
Short life of trouble dear girl,
Poor boy with a broken heart.

Remember what you promised
Not more than a week ago.
You promised that you’d marry me,

Well I met old Satan in the lane
And I hit him in the head with a walkin' cane
I'm goin' to wear that starry crown over there

Over there, over there
I'm goin' to wear that starry crown, over there
Well I got no skillet, I got no lid
Ashcake tastes like shortenin' bread!

Hang your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang your head and cry;
You killed poor Laurie Foster,
And you know you're bound to die.

You took her by the hillside
Where you begged to be excused;
You took her by the hillside,