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Elizabeth Cotten
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Willie
Lyricist:Cotten Elizabeth
Johnson said to Willie Oh, one Friday night Sure you can come to my father's house Sure you take your life Ain't it hard, Lord, ain't it hard
Willie went to his father's house On one Saturday eve Johnson shot that poor boy Fell upon his knees Ain't it hard, Lord, ain't it hard
O Lord, oh, me, oh, Lord, oh, my I shot little Willie, Lord, he's bound to die Ain't it hard
Oh, Lord, oh, me Trouble I can see I shot little Willie, Lord Police after me Ain't it hard
Oh, Lord, Officer O'Daniel Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com How can it be? All around my bedside Poor Willie creeps Ain't it hard
Oh, Lord, oh, me Oh, Lord, oh, my I shot little Willie, Lord He's bound to die Ain't it hard
Went to the country To get me a drink of gin When I got back, Lord Police took me in Ain't it hard
Rubber tire buggy Rubber tire hack Took him to the cemetery Won't bring him back Ain't it hard
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