| Well, my mama used to tell me
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| She said flies was the devil’s ears and eyes
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| Oh, my mama used to tell me
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| Said flies was the devil’s ears and eyes
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| And if you was to see a crow on a chimney
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| Meant someody’s fixin' to die
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| I looked up on our shack late one day
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| I saw a crow on a stove pipe
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| I looked up on our shack late one day
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| I saw a crow perched on a stove pipe
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| Daddy come runnin' in, said
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| «Gather everybody up them clouds outside’s tornado ripe»
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| We was runnin' to the cellar
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| When it began to rain and hail
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| We was runnin' to the cellar
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| When it began to rain and hail
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| The sky was black and jade now
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| And them clouds had grown a tail
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| We was hunkered down in the darkness
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| And outside was a fitful sound
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| We was hunkered down in the darkness
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| And outside was a fitful sound
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| It was if God himself was belchin' and growlin'
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| And spittin' on the ground
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| Now mama was cryin', daddy was cussin'
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| Little sister, she just snifflin'
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| Oh, mama was cryin', daddy was cussin'
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| Little sister, she just snifflin'
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| We come out that hole in the ground
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| And all directions of the compass was death and kindlin'
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| Oh, we come out that hole in the ground
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| And all directions of the compass was death and kindlin' |