Woorden: Marleys Ghost. Run Mountain.

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Went up on the mountain to fetch me a load of pine,
put it in the wagon, I broke down behind.
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Run mountain, chug a little hill.
Run mountain, chug a little hill.
Run mountain, chug a little hill.
There you get your thrill.
Sixteen miles from my home, rooster crow for day,
me in bed with another man's wife, better be getting away.

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Went up on the mountain to give my horn a blow.
Thought I heard a pretty girl say, ?Yonder comes my beau!"
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Wish I had a needle, fine as I could sew.
Sew a pretty girl to my side and down the road I'd go.
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