| Hush now, don’t you wake up
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| We’ll be leaving at first light
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| Mama’s buying you a mockingbird
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| To lull you through the night
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| Across the Dan by morning
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| Here’s a blanket for you to share
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| They’re building down in Georgia
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| Daddy hears he’ll find work there
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| And the mockingbird can sing
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| Like the crying of the dove
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| And I can’t tell my daughters
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| All the things that I am scared of
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| But I am not afraid of that bright glory up above
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| Dying’s just another way to lead the ones you love
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| No work for the working man
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| Just one more empty mill
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| Hard times in Rockingham
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| Hard times harder still
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| The crows are in the kitchen
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| The wolves at the door
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| Our father’s land of Eden is paradise no more
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| And the mockingbird can sing
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| Like the crying of the dove
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| And I can’t tell my daughters
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| All the things that I am scared of
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| But I am not afraid of that bright glory up above
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| Dying’s just another way to lead the ones you love
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| My sister stayed in Eden
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| Her husband’s got some land
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| An agent for the county thinks that they might make a stand
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| A hard life full of working
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| With nothing much to show
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| A long life of leaving with nowhere to go
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| And the mockingbird can sing
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| Like the crying of the dove
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| And I can’t tell my daughters
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| All the things that I am scared of
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| But I am not afraid of that bright glory up above
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| Dying’s just another way to lead the ones you love |