Tom: G
Introdução: C
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The other day I took a fishin' trip
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Just me an' my boat, and ol' Banjo-lip
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Banjo was my guide, an old colored fella'
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He wasn't very dark, he was a high-steppin' yella'
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So we launched my boat, and I cranked my motor
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And up to my nose came a terrible odor
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I looked all around trying to find something dead
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But it was Banjo with his arm up, scratching his head.
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Some niggers never die, they just smell that way.
Now the more he'd scratch, the more he'd sweat