Well a way down yonder on the Canyon Creek
I whittled out a fiddle from a wagon seat
I tuned my fiddle and rasined my bow
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Sleepy-eyed John, you better get yer britches on
Sleepy-eyed John, better tie your shoes
Sleepy-eyed John, you better get yer britches on
Try to get to Heaven 'fore the Devil gets to you
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