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Low Land Moan (1927) Video (MV)






Lonnie Johnson - Low Land Moan (1927) Lyrics




I went down to the levee, and over to the freight house yard.
I went down to the levee, and out to the freight house yard.
They paid a dollar an hour, but the work was too long and hard.

Have pigtails in my pantry, neck bones on my shelf.
Have pigtails in my pantry, neck bones on my shelf.
I ain't got none to give you, I got just enough for myself.

I'm going to buy me a shotgun, long as I am tall.
I'm going to buy me a shotgun, just long as I am tall.
Im goin' to shoot my woman, just to see her fall.

Over yonder is the river, yonder is your big lake.
Over yonder is the river, yonder is your big lake.
At your house rent party, you made your last mistake.

I chew my 'bacco, and I spit my juice.
I chew my 'bacco, and I spit my juice.
I tried to love you so hard, but I found out there's no use.

Six months in the lowlands, has made some change.
Six months in the lowlands, has made some change in me.
To go back to my home baby, it'll be murder in the first degree.
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I went down to the levee, and over to the freight house yard.
I went down to the levee, and out to the freight house yard.
They paid a dollar an hour, but the work was too long and hard.

Have pigtails in my pantry, neck bones on my shelf.
Have pigtails in my pantry, neck bones on my shelf.
I ain't got none to give you, I got just enough for myself.

I'm going to buy me a shotgun, long as I am tall.
I'm going to buy me a shotgun, just long as I am tall.
Im goin' to shoot my woman, just to see her fall.

Over yonder is the river, yonder is your big lake.
Over yonder is the river, yonder is your big lake.
At your house rent party, you made your last mistake.

I chew my 'bacco, and I spit my juice.
I chew my 'bacco, and I spit my juice.
I tried to love you so hard, but I found out there's no use.

Six months in the lowlands, has made some change.
Six months in the lowlands, has made some change in me.
To go back to my home baby, it'll be murder in the first degree.
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Writer: LONNIE JOHNSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing


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