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Hand Me Down My Walking Cane Hand me down my walkin' cane Hand me down my walkin' cane Hand me down my walkin' cane I'm gonna catch the midnight train, Cause all my sins are taken away. Oh, hand me down my bottle of corn ('ll get drunk as sure's you're born Oh, I got drunk and I landed in jail And there wasn't no one to go my bail Come on, Mom, won't you go my bail And get me out of this Goddamn jail? The meat is tough, and the beans are bad Oh, my God, I can't eat that If I had listened to what )ou said I'd be at home in my feather bed If I should die in Tennessee Just send my bones home C.O.D But if I die in New York State Just ship my body back by freight The devil chased me 'round a stump I thought he'd catch me at e\ery jump Oh, hell is deep, and hell is wide Ain't got no bottom, ain't got no side Now some folks say, it ain't no fun When a song like this goes on and on Yes, on and on and on and on On and on and on and on. Scottsville Squirrel Barkers 1961 |