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Hush, you little baby, dont you say a word
here comes the devil, all dressed up like a mockingbird
and if that mockingbird should try to steal you off the ground
mamas gonna grab on tight and hold you down- down- down
mama, can you tell me: where did my money go?
what did the devil sell me? i dont even know
hes been pecking in my pockets, diving round my door
trying to take me with him- what does he want me for?
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mama told me: dont let go the ground
somebody hold me- hold me down
i got the devil on my shoulder- hollering- beating his red wing
saying "polly wanna dollar, i dont care if you can sing"
and "put down that guitar, now, darlin, you cant really play it
dont matter what you got to say- you dont know how to say it"
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whats this coming? whats this coming? coming over me
i cant stand myself- i cant even stand on my own feet
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