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Gravy BluesBELLY RUB RAG.
Brown Skin Cora, from way down Dixie way,
Came up North, bud did not want to stay --
Old man Trouble -- that's how she felt
Was hitting her below the belt
So she rubbed her tummy, looked at her shoes
And waiiled them low-down belly-rub Blues.
CHORUS:
I want my good old chicken and stuff
Um - um - um (hum)
I know I never got enought
(hum)
Want my chicken good and brown
With lots of gravy flowing round and round
(hum)
Oh, I wish my daddy send would for me
Buy me a ticket on the F.E.C.
Oh Gravy, um - (hum)
Is another thing I miss
And the sunshine of his kiss
That's way down south in Dixie.
(Note: The belly is rubbed on each hum.)
