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Nitty Gritty

Four minutes of funk, get off your rump Move your bottom off the tree stump Ladies looking pretty, from city to city And now I'm getting down to the nitty gritty

Goodbye Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh Son of a gun, we?ll have good

Now there's a big fat turkey or maybe a ham Round fluffy biscuits all covered with jam Blackberry, huckleberry, mince and pumpkin pies If you don't watch

(Old Folks at Home) Written by Stephen C. Foster Way down upon de Swanee Ribber, Far, far away, Dere's wha my heart is turning ebber, Dere's wha de

Sat here by this stony brook Until the grey day turned to dust When up swam a fish with a children?s book Thought that I was lost He was on his way to

From Port Royal to Le Roy I am yours Jamaica Lady. My heart is sinking like a stone You have lived in my soul Fair thee well, Jamaica Lady It is the saddest

Jo Jo was a man who thought he was a loner But he knew it wouldn't last Jo Jo left his home in Tucson, Arizona For some California grass Get back, get

What goes on in your heart? What goes on in your mind? You are tearing me apart When you treat me so unkind What goes on in your mind? The other day

, we gonna shake some, some action Girl, we gonna shake some, some action Girl, we gonna get right down to the real nitty gritty Get right down to the real nitty gritty