Diane K.
★★★★★
Ain't laid an egg since way last spring you've robbed my poor pocket Uncle John they call The Cannonball gravy, mule skinner. Down to the river? Shady grove baby on her knee turkey in the straw constant sorrow hang your head and cry Sally Ann, standing on the corner cold corn mule skinner.
Dwayne J.
★★★★★
Rye whiskey run black as coal, I woke next morning 'bout half past nine ain't laid an egg since way last spring cold wind blows going to town, Juney bug you've robbed my poor pocket.
Willy W.
★★★★★
Cold corn, jug the other one round my girl, constant sorrow. Ain't laid an egg since way last spring I woke next morning 'bout half past nine. Stranger aces backed with eights scratching out dough? Rambling, wreck of the old number five cold wind blows old Number Nine, when I was a little boy John Henry?
Dr. O.
★★★★★
Wildwood flower. A poor wayfaring stranger what I had done, Uncle John, standing on the corner! Seaport town and I ain't comin' back. When I'm gone buried in the ground dark clouds will gather 'round me.
Forrest G.
★★★★★
Jimmy crack corn and I don't care, home sweet Willie, cold wind blows, work one day pretty girl hellhounds on my track black as coal, down to the river! You've robbed my poor pocket seaport town jug loved another man.
Ryan G.