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Bob Dylan Folksinger S Choice

don't mind dying but I hate to leave my children crying There's a black smoke rising, Lord It's rising up above my head, up above my head It's rising

: Baby please don't go Baby please don't go Baby please don't go Down to New Orleans You know I love you so Baby please don't go When the man done gone

to you right, but you might think it's wrong. Just a little glimpse of a story I'll tell "Bout an East Coast city that you all know well. It's hard times

Baby please don't go Baby please don't go Baby please don't go Down to New Orleans You know I love you so Baby please don't go When the man done gone

my grave. Well, I'm lookin' down at two card, They seem to be handmade. Well, I'm lookin' down at two card, They seem to be handmade. One looks like it's

it to you right, but you might think it's wrong. Just a little glimpse of a story I'll tell "Bout an East Coast city that you all know well. It's hard