CHORUS:
Cotton-eyed Joe, Cotton-eyed Joe
where did you come from?
Where did you go?
Where did you come from?
Where did you go?
Where did you come from cotton-eyed Joe?
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Mama's at the window
Mama's at the door
She can't see nothin' but the Cotton-eyed Joe
Daddy held the fiddle,
I held the bow
We beat the hell out of Cotton-eyed Joe
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Made himself a fiddle,
Made himself a bow
Made a little tune called the Cotton-Eyed Joe
Hadn't oughta been
for the Cotton-eyed Joe
I'da been married some forty years ago.
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Whenever there's dance
All the women want to go
And they all want to dance with the Cotton-Eyed Joe
Daddy won't say
But I think he knows
Whatever happened to the Cotton-eyed JOe !
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Cotton-eyed JOe, Cotton-eyed Joe
Where did you come from, where did you go......
Great tune for a cold grey day!
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| ...The moment one knows how, one begins
CHALA THE JOYFUL DANCER | to die a little. Living is a form of not
| being sure, of not knowing what next or
(\o/) (\o/) (\o/) (\o/) | how.....One leaps in the dark!
(/|\) (/|\) (/|\) (/|\) | -Agnes Demille, Dance Choreographer
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