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Brown skin Cora
From way down Dixie way
Came up North
But did not want to stay
Old man trouble --
That's how she felt
Was landing blows
Below the belt
So she sighed and shook her head
And this is what she said:
CHORUS:
I want my good old chicdken and stuff
Um - um - um
I know I never got enough
Um - um - um
I want chicken good and brown
With lots of gravy flowing round and round
Um - um - um
Oh, wish my daddy would send for me
Buy me a ticket on the old I.C.
For the sunshine of his kiss
Is another thing I miss.
