Nobody knows the trouble I've seen
Nobody knows my sorrow
All my dreams down the flush
Glory hallelujah
Walk a mile in my shoes
And you'll get athletes foot
I ride an old paint
He's the very color of soot

Hang down your head Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
I dig my grave with a silver spade
Poor boy I'm gonna die
Oh please Saint Peter
You hold the keys
I'd rather die on my wobbly feet
Than live on my scufflin' knees

Give me a pig foot and a bottle of beer
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
A long way from home

Now give me a pig foot and a bottle of beer
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
A long way from here

Give me a pig foot
Give me a bottle of beer
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Who needs a bottle of beer

Give me a pig foot
Give me a beer
I want my mother and I want a beer


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