The man and the donkey
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Down the road came a tired little donkey,
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Much he was loaded till his head hung down.
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Upon this back so heavy set a big man,
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Singin¡¯ such a sad song
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As he rode into town.
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And the man, the man sing to the donkey,
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But he sing such a sad song, and the guitar he broke.
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The donkey stop, the man he reach to get a big jug,
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Him and the donkey take a sip o¡¯ the drink.
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Down the road, oh the dancing donkey,
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Head swingin¡¯ so high, all the pain now gone.
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The man he sing, some song was a gay song,
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And the little donkey kept a-dancin¡¯ on.
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Down the road was the man and the donkey,
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So good feel the donkey, so gay was the man.
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How plain when the wind blow was the sound of the gay song,
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When the man and the donkey kept a-movin¡¯ on down the road.
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The Man And The Donkey
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Chuck Berry |