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Winnsboro Cotton Mill Blues

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Old man Sargent, sitting at his desk
Damned old fool won't give us no rest
He'd take the nickels off a dead man's eyes
To buy a Coca-Cola and an Eskimo Pie.‎

I got the blues, I got the blues
I got the Winnsboro Cotton Mill Blues
Lordy, lordy, spoolin's hard
You know, and I know, I don't have to tell
You work for Tom Watson gotta work like hell
I got the blues, I got the blues
I got the Winnsboro Cotton Mill Blues.‎

When I die, don't bury me at all
Just hang me up on the spool-room wall;
Place a knotter in my hand,
So I can spool in the Promised Land.‎

I got the blues, I got the blues
I got the Winnsboro Cotton Mill Blues
Lordy, lordy, spoolin's hard
You know, and I know, I don't have to tell
You work for Tom Watson gotta work like hell
I got the blues, I got the blues
I got the Winnsboro Cotton Mill Blues.‎

When I die, don't bury me deep,
Bury me down on Six Hundred street;
Place a bobbin in each hand
So I can doff in the Promised Land.‎

I got the blues, I got the blues
I got the Winnsboro Cotton Mill Blues
Lordy, lordy, spoolin's hard
You know, and I know, I don't have to tell
You work for Tom Watson gotta work like hell
I got the blues, I got the blues
I got the Winnsboro Cotton Mill Blues.‎



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