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LYRICS
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the preacher, the preacher went hunting
one sunday morning came along wit shotgun
baptist preacher, who knew?
all the shoutin sisters been lookin for a man who might be from a church tryin to kill a
Goose?
a grey goose
that ol goose is still laughin at him
one sunday mornin, lawd lawd lawd
preacher wen' a huntin, lawd lawd lawd
carried long his shotgun, lawd lawd lawd
'n a long come a grey goose, lawd lawd lawd
the gun went off alone, lawd lawd lawd
down come the grey goose, lawd lawd lawd
he was six weeks a rollin,
he was six weeks a haulin,
Well a my wife 'an your wife,
they give a feather pickin',
they been six weeks a pickin', lawd lawd lawd
An' they put him on a parboil, lawd lawd lawd
he was six weeks a boilin',
An' they put him on de table,
And the fork couldn't stick him,
And a knife couldn't cut him,
And they throw them in a hog pen, lawd lawd lawd
The HOGS couldn't eat him, lawd lawd lawd
He broke the hog's teeth out,
So they take him to the saw mill,
And the saws couldn't cut him,
He broke the saw's teeth out,
An' the last time i seen him, lawd lawd lawd
He was flyin cross the ocean, lawd lawd lawd
With a long trail o' goslins,
And they're all goin "quack quack",
And they're all goin "quack quack",
Thats the tale of the grey goose, lawd lawd lawd
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The guitar 'lawd' riffs sound like they're played all the time, whether or not
leadbelly sings along.
Any questions about the riffs, or if you would like me to send you an mp3 of this
catchy blues song, drop me a line at:
moeburn@gmail.com
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LYRICS
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the preacher, the preacher went hunting
one sunday morning came along wit shotgun
baptist preacher, who knew?
all the shoutin sisters been lookin for a man who might be from a church tryin to kill a
Goose?
a grey goose
that ol goose is still laughin at him
one sunday mornin, lawd lawd lawd
preacher wen' a huntin, lawd lawd lawd
carried long his shotgun, lawd lawd lawd
'n a long come a grey goose, lawd lawd lawd
the gun went off alone, lawd lawd lawd
down come the grey goose, lawd lawd lawd
he was six weeks a rollin,
he was six weeks a haulin,
Well a my wife 'an your wife,
they give a feather pickin',
they been six weeks a pickin', lawd lawd lawd
An' they put him on a parboil, lawd lawd lawd
he was six weeks a boilin',
An' they put him on de table,
And the fork couldn't stick him,
And a knife couldn't cut him,
And they throw them in a hog pen, lawd lawd lawd
The HOGS couldn't eat him, lawd lawd lawd
He broke the hog's teeth out,
So they take him to the saw mill,
And the saws couldn't cut him,
He broke the saw's teeth out,
An' the last time i seen him, lawd lawd lawd
He was flyin cross the ocean, lawd lawd lawd
With a long trail o' goslins,
And they're all goin "quack quack",
And they're all goin "quack quack",
Thats the tale of the grey goose, lawd lawd lawd
________________________________________
The guitar 'lawd' riffs sound like they're played all the time, whether or not
leadbelly sings along.
Any questions about the riffs, or if you would like me to send you an mp3 of this
catchy blues song, drop me a line at:
moeburn@gmail.com