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Created on: April 01, 2007 Last Updated: May 16, 2007
Dey Ain't No Chirrin Here
dey ain'ts no chirrin here
Why ont ya jes go way
i cain't change da way ya think
an i's hawdly unnerstannin wat ya say
my youngst one's twenny-sebn
an my olest, fawdy-nine
why ont ya jes go way
an sabe us boaf some time
i gots some stew a'cookin on da stobe
an some conbread in dere too
why ont ya jes go an lemelone
cause i gots lotsa things ta do
is ya not hearin me hunny
all i says is lebe from here
see, i ain't gots that much munny
an dey ain'ts no chirrin here
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