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Ain't no gravethere ain't no grave gonna hold my body down
ain't no grave gonna hold my body down
when i hear that trumpet sound i'm gonna get up out of the ground
aint' no grave gonna hold my body down
go down yonder gabriel put your foot on the land and sea
oh gabriel don't you blow your trumpet until you hear from me
Come On In My KitchenWhen a woman’s in trouble, everybody throw her down;
You look for your good friends, none can be found.
You better come on in my kitchen, because its going to be rainin’ outdoors.
My papa’s dead, mama’s soon to be. I ain’t got nobody to love and care for me.
You better come on in my kitchen, ‘cos it’s going to be rainin’ outdoors.
Little SadieWent out one night to make a little round
I met Little Sadie and I shot her down
Went back home, jumped into bed
44 pistol under my head
I woke up in the morning about half past nine
The hacks and the buggies standing in line
Gents and gamblers standing around
Undone in SorrowOver yonder in the graveyard
Where the wild, wild flowers grow
There they laid my own true lover
She'd gone from me, forever more
Fairer than the sweetest flower
Restless as the wildest way
Pored in with love deep as a ocean