By the dozen around her door
She cooks and she washes,
And she carries on all day long
I'll be traveling a lonesome road
Till I get to where I came from
When the leaves come down,
I'll be travelin' that old
Sometimes I get to worryin'
I get to worryin' about my heavy load
But it ain't gonna crush me, no
I'll keep a -jumpin' for a long,
I like it sittin' out where I can see
By the dozen all round her door
She cooks and she washes, yeah,
and she carries on all day long.
Sometimes I get to dreamin'
I'm a king in a foreign land
And the way that things are seemin'
She's just the one to understand
By the dozen all round her door
She cooks, and she washes, yeah,
and she carries on all day long.
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