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Then trouble’s taking place in the lowlands that night.
I woke up this mornin’, couldn’t even get out of my door,
I woke up this mornin’, couldn’t even get out of my door,
There’s bin so much trouble makes a poor gal wonder where to go.
Then they rowed a boat ’bout five miles cross the pond,
Then they rowed a boat ’bout five miles cross the pond,
I packed all my clothes, throwed them in and they rowed me along.
Oh, it thundered, there’s lightnin’ and the wind began to blow,
Oh, it thundered, there’s lightnin’ and the wind began to blow,
There’s thousands of people ain’t got no place to go.[1]
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