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Well, this is a story of John Cherokee
Alabama John Cherokee
He was an Indian man from Miramashi
Alabama John Cherokee
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Waayy haay oh Alabama John Cherokee
Now John Cherokee was an Indian man
They made him a slave down in Alabam’
Well, they put him aboard a whaling ship
And again and again he gave them the slip
Well, they caught him again and they chained him tight
And they put him in the hold without any light
He had nothing to eat and nothing to drink
Until his bones began to clink
Gave him nothing to eat and nothing to drink
Until he dropped dead at the Captain’s feet
And now his ghost, it can be seen
Sitting on the main deck, all slimy and green
At the break of dawn he goes below
And that is when the rooster crows
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