Cotton-Eyed Joe

Way back yonder a long time ago

Daddy had a man called cotton-eyed joe

Blew into town on a travelin' show

Nobody danced like the Cotton eyed Joe.

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

(CHORUS)

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.

(CHORUS)

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 !

(CHORUS)

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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