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Rather be in Richmond
with all the hail and rain
Than to be in Georgia, boys,
wearin' that ball and chain.
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Won't get drunk no more,
Won't get drunk no more,
Won't get drunk no more,
Way down the old plank road.
I went down to Mobile
but I got on the gravel train,
Very next thing they hear of me,
had on the ball and chain.
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Doney, oh dear Doney,
what makes you treat me so
Caused me to wear the ball and chain,
now my ankle's sore.
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Knoxville is a pretty place,
Memphis is a beauty,
Wanna see them pretty girls,
hop to Chattanoogie.
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I'm going to build me a scaffold
on some mountain high,
So I can see my Dora girl
as she goes riding by.
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My wife died Friday night,
Saturday she was buried,
Sunday was my courtin' day,
Monday I got married.
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Eighteen pounds of meat a week
whiskey here to sell,
How can a young man stay at home,
pretty girls looks so well.
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