I’m gwine to run clear out of sight, few days—few days;
And leave these naughty diggins quite; I’m gwine home!
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For I’ve got a home out yonder, few days—few days!
I’ve got a home out yonder, in old Tennessee.
And I can’t stay in these diggins, few days—few days!
Can’t stay in these diggins, I’m gwine home.
They tell about Maine Liquor Law, few days—few days;
It makes the folks get drunk the more; I’m gwine home.
Nebraska’s gwine to be a State, few days—few days;