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Lyrics
Walking down Ol' Johnson's Trail;
thought I saw the Devil's tail.
Walking down Ol' Johnson's Trail;
you know I thought I saw that red-eyed, Devil's tail.
Every summer when the Gypsies came around;
you know that's when they said not to travel down,
Ol' Johnson's Trail at night; Papa Legba likes to bite,
Stay on the road and keep your head on tight.
Run, run little sister. Get yourself back home.
Run, little sister, get yourself back home.
Get yourself a collar; stay out of the noose.
Gypsy woman said, Papa Legba's on the loose.
What you hear in the distance is headed our way.
It might be little sister's dying day.
You can't win the battle if'n you don't sin,
so in the, Ol' Legba always wins.
Full moon's climbin' high.
Hear the wolves, howlin' low.
Do like the gypsy said; boy wait 'til the stone grows cold.
What you hear in the distance is headed our way.
It might be little sister's dying day.
You can't win the battle if'n you don't sin,
so in the, Ol' Legba always wins.
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