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Don't get weary, don't get weary childrenDon't get weary, I'm coming from the ballNashville full of big hotels,Chattanooga full of saloonsKnoxville full of republicansAnd Memphis loves the BluesDon't get weary, don't get weary childrenDon't get weary, I'm coming from the ballWish I had a sugar rump,Sugar by the poundGreat big bowl to stir it inPretty gal to hand it aroundDon't get weary, don't get weary childrenDon't get weary, I'm coming from the ballBig bee sucks the blossom,Little bee makes the honeyPoor man picks cotton and corn,SongtexteRich man see the moneyDon't get weary, don't get weary childrenDon't get weary, I'm coming from the ballDaddy had a big ole gal;He brought her from the SouthHair so curly on her head,She could not shut her mouthDon't get weary, don't get weary childrenDon't get weary, I'm coming from the ballPeople on the cornerWatching us go byCould not see us very long,'Cause Bobtail, he could fly
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"Don't Get Weary" as written by Dave Macon
Lyrics © JAYMORE MUSIC PUB. CO.
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