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Traditional
  1. Old man Sargent sitting at the desk,
    The damned old fool won't give us no rest.
    He'd take the nickels off a dead man's eyes,
    To buy a bottle o' Coca-cola and an Eskimo Pie.
    I've got the blues,
    I've got the blues,
    I've got the Winnsboro Cotton Mill blues,
    Lordy, lordy, spoolin's hard,
    You know and I know, I don't have to tell:
    Work for Tom Watson, got to work like hell.
    I've got the blues,
    I've got the blues,
    I've got the Winnsboro Cotton Mill blues,
  2. When I die, don't bury me at all,
    Just hang me up on the factory wall.
    Place a bobbin in my hand,
    So I can working in the Promised Land.
    I've got the blues,
    I've got the blues,
    I've got the Winnsboro Cotton Mill blues,
    Lordy, lordy, spoolin's hard,
    You know and I know, I don't have to tell:
    Work for Tom Watson, got to work like hell.
    I've got the blues,
    I've got the blues,
    I've got the Winnsboro Cotton Mill blues,
  3. When I die, don't bury me deep,
    Bury me down on 600 Street,
    Place a bobbin in each hand,
    So I can dolph in the Promised Land,
    I've got the blues,
    I've got the blues,
    I've got the Winnsboro Cotton Mill blues,
    Lordy, lordy, spoolin's hard,
    You know and I know, I don't have to tell:
    Work for Tom Watson, got to work like hell.
    I've got the blues,
    I've got the blues,
    I've got the Winnsboro Cotton Mill blues,