My Good Old Man Joan Baez

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Where are you going, my good old man?
Where are you going, my honey, my lamb?
Spoken: Huntin'
Where are you combing back, my good old man?
When are you coming back, my honey, my lamb?
Spoken: Saturday
What'll you want for supper, my good old man?
What'll you want for supper, my honey, my lamb?
Spoken: Eggs
How many of them will you want, my good old man?
How many of them will you want, my honey, my lamb?
Spoken: A bushel
Why a bushel of them'll kill you, my good old man
Why a bushel of them'll kill you, my honey, my lamb
Spoken: I don't care
Well where do you want to be buried, my good old man
Where do you want to be buried, my honey, my lamb
Spoken: In the chimney corner
Why the ashes will fall on you, my good old man
Why the ashes will fall on you, my honey, my lamb
Spoken: I don't care if they do
Well what'll you do then, my good old man?
What'll you do then, my good old man?
Spoken: I will come back and haunt you
A ghost can't haunt a ghost, my good old man
A ghost can't haunt a ghost, my honey, my lamb

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