| Old rocking chair’s got me, my cane by my side
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| Fetch me that gin, son, 'fore I tan your hide
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| Can’t get from this cabin, goin' nowhere
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| Just set me here grabbin' at the flies round this rocking chair
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| My dear old aunt Harriet, in Heaven she be
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| Send me sweet chariot, for the end of the trouble I see
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| Old rocking chair gets it, judgement day is here
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| Chained to my rocking chair
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| Old rocking chair’s got me, son, (rocking chair got you father)
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| My cane by my side, (yes, your cane by your side)
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| Now fetch me a little gin son, (ain't got no gin, father)
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| What? |
| 'fore I tan your hide, now, (you're gonna tan my hide)
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| You know, I can’t get from this old cabin, (what cabin? joking)
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| I ain’t goin' nowhere. |
| (why ain’t you goin' nowhere?)
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| Just sittin' me here grabbin' (grabbin') at the flies round this old rocking
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| chair
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| (rocking chair)
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| Now you remember dear old aunt Harriet, (aunt Harriet)
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| How long in Heaven she be? |
| (she's up in Heaven)
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| Send me down, send me down sweet (sweet chariot) chariot
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| End of this trouble I see. |
| (I see, daddy)
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| Old rocking chair gets it son, (rocking chair get it, father)
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| Judgement day is here, too. |
| (your judgement day is here)
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| Chained to my rocking, old rocking chair |