Whooa!
Ain’t goin’ down
Ain’t goin’ down ooh mama to de well
Whoa, black betty (bam-ba-lam)
Whoa, black betty (bam-ba-lam)
Black betty had a
You got to bottle it up and go
Well, you got
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock
Duncan, Duncan was tending the bar,
in walked Brady with a
Lord and I know it was the blood,
Let me
Jesus Christ was a man who travelled through the land
A
Well, when I was a young man never been kissed
I
Oh early Sunday morning, Lord, Lord, Lord
The preacher went a
Yonder comes Miss Rosie, how in the world do you
On a Monday, I was arrested
On a Tuesday, I
Just look here mama
Don't pick pig meat the way you
Ramblin' round your city
Ramblin' round your town
But I never see
Redbird soon in the morning [x10]
Cat got the redbird soon
Well-a Shorty George, he ain't no friend of mine
Well-a Shorty
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