1882 Wings
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[Verse 1]
Good morning, young master
It's 1882
Your mother is hungry
What will you do?
There is bread in the kitchen
Of the big house upstairs
But I warn you, don’t take it
From them
[Chorus]
You'll be tarred, you'll be feathered
You’ll be hung like a ham
And I warn you, don't do it
Young man
[Verse 2]
Your mother is calling
She wants you by the bed
So get ready, young master
Go shake your sleepy head
Darling son, "I am dying
And I leave it to you
As I'm leaving
Tell me, what did I do?
I am dying
Tell me, what did I do?"
Good morning, young master
It's 1882
Your mother is hungry
What will you do?
There is bread in the kitchen
Of the big house upstairs
But I warn you, don’t take it
From them
[Chorus]
You'll be tarred, you'll be feathered
You’ll be hung like a ham
And I warn you, don't do it
Young man
[Verse 2]
Your mother is calling
She wants you by the bed
So get ready, young master
Go shake your sleepy head
Darling son, "I am dying
And I leave it to you
As I'm leaving
Tell me, what did I do?
I am dying
Tell me, what did I do?"
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