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Mister Weevil, Mister Weevil, you left us in an awful fix,
Mister Weevil, Mister Weevil, you left us in an awful fix,
Done et up all our home, left us nothin' but the sticks.
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Sometimes
I'd rather be a lamppost in Harlem
Than own a mountaintop in Tennessee.