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I dug a little and I cried a little On a hillside that was steep, So my mama could sleep. Each dig I dig it‘ll **** me, gotta dig a grave six feet deep, I dug a little and I cried a little The birds I hear them tweet, I don’t want to see her go so I piddle, I want my momma to sleep. Someday on this hill we’ll meet The dirt is hard and rock riddled, I dug a little and I cried a little I’m the only one to do this deed, The worms will have their nibble, but my mama will sleep I’ve finished my job and I’ll have to venture, I’ve dug so long the ground is sleet. I dug a little and I cried a little So my mama could sleep.
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Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 2:47 PM UTC
The Grave on the Hillside
I dug a little and I cried a little On a hillside that was steep, So my mama could sleep. Each dig I dig it‘ll **** me, gotta dig a grave six feet deep, I dug a little and I cried a little The birds I hear them tweet, I don’t want to see her go so I piddle, I want my momma to sleep. Someday on this hill we’ll meet The dirt is hard and rock riddled, I dug a little and I cried a little I’m the only one to do this deed, The worms will have their nibble, but my mama will sleep I’ve finished my job and I’ll have to venture, I’ve dug so long the ground is sleet. I dug a little and I cried a little So my mama could sleep.
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Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 2:47 PM UTC
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