Johnny Lee Moore & 12 Mississippi Penitentiary Convicts - Eighteen Hammers | Текст песни

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Well,there's 18 hammers standing in a line,
Well,there's 18 hammers standing in a line,
Well,they ring like silver and they shine like gold,
Well,they ring like silver and they shine like gold.
There ain't no hammer that'll ring like mine,
No,there ain't no hammer that'll ring like mine.
Well, you cut your corner boys like I cut mine,
Well, you cut your corner boys like I cut mine.
Well,I'll be living when you be dying,
Well,I'll be living when you be dying.
Well,I shot me a dead man,got a hundred years,
Well,I shot me a dead man,got a hundred years.
Well,a tree fall on me,I done been mo care,
Well,a tree fall on me,I done been mo care.
Well,I raised up my hammer,let it drop on down,
Well,I raised up my hammer,let it drop on down.
Well,look over yonder boys,all dressed in red.
Looks like the childrens that Moses led.

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