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Have you ever passed the corner of Forth and Grand?
Where a little ball o' rhythm has a shoe-shine stand
People gather 'round and they clap their hands
He's a great big bundle o' joy
He pops the boogie woogie rag
The Chattanoogie shoe-shine boy

He charges you a nickel just to shine one shoe

CHORUS
Irene, Goodnight
Irene, Goodnight
Goodnight Irene,
Goodnight Irene,
I'll see you in my dreams.

Last Saturday night I got married

Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag and smile smile smile
If you've a lucifer to light your fag smile boys that's the style
What's the use of worrying it never was worthwhile
So pack up your troubles in your old kit bag and smile smile smile

[ whistle ]
Put up your troubles in your old kit bag...

Away down yonder in the state of Arkansas
where my great-grandpa met my great-grandma
they drink apple cider and they get on a jag
and they dance all night to the Salty Dog Rag

They play an old fiddle like you never heard before
They play the only tune that they ever did know
It's a ragtime ditty and the rhythm don't drag

There will be a sad day comin'
For the foes of all mankind
They must answer to the people
And it's troubling their mind
Everybody who must fear them
Will rejoice on that great day
When the powers of dictators
Shall be taken all away

Now, listen while I tell you about a place I know
Down in Tennessee where the tall corn grows
Hidden from the world in a bunch of pines
Where the moon's a little bashful and it seldom shines
Civilized people live there all right
But they all go native on Saturday Night
Oh, well the music is a fiddle and a cracked guitar
They get their kicks from an old fruit jar