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The Weavers – Poor Liza lyrics
Poor Liza, poor girl, oh Liza Jane
Poor Liza, poor girl, she died on the train
You go down the new cut road
I'll go down the lane
You can hug an old fence post
I'll hug Liza Jane
Poor Liza, poor girl, oh Liza Jane
Poor Liza, poor girl, she died on the train
Poor Liza, poor girl, oh Liza Jane
Poor Liza, poor girl, she died on the train
Somebody stole my old bull dog
And I'd wish they'd bring him back
He run the big hogs over the fence
And the little one through the crack
Poor Liza, poor girl, oh Liza Jane
Poor Liza, poor girl, she died on the train
Somebody stole my old blue hen
And I'd wish they'd let it be
She laid two eggs everyday
And suddenly she laid three
Poor Liza, poor girl, oh Liza Jane
Poor Liza, poor girl, she died on the train
Poor Liza, poor girl, oh Liza Jane
Poor Liza, poor girl, she died on the train
I'm gonna get me sticks and mud
To build my chimney higher
To get that goddamn Worton cat
For putting out my fire
Poor Liza, poor girl, oh Liza Jane
Poor Liza, poor girl, she died on the train
Poor Liza, poor girl, oh Liza Jane
Poor Liza, poor girl, she died on the train
Poor Liza, poor girl, she died on the train
You go down the new cut road
I'll go down the lane
You can hug an old fence post
I'll hug Liza Jane
Poor Liza, poor girl, oh Liza Jane
Poor Liza, poor girl, she died on the train
Poor Liza, poor girl, oh Liza Jane
Poor Liza, poor girl, she died on the train
Somebody stole my old bull dog
And I'd wish they'd bring him back
He run the big hogs over the fence
And the little one through the crack
Poor Liza, poor girl, oh Liza Jane
Poor Liza, poor girl, she died on the train
Somebody stole my old blue hen
And I'd wish they'd let it be
She laid two eggs everyday
And suddenly she laid three
Poor Liza, poor girl, oh Liza Jane
Poor Liza, poor girl, she died on the train
Poor Liza, poor girl, oh Liza Jane
Poor Liza, poor girl, she died on the train
I'm gonna get me sticks and mud
To build my chimney higher
To get that goddamn Worton cat
For putting out my fire
Poor Liza, poor girl, oh Liza Jane
Poor Liza, poor girl, she died on the train
Poor Liza, poor girl, oh Liza Jane
Poor Liza, poor girl, she died on the train
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