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Oh early Sunday morning, Lord, Lord, LordThe preacher went a huntin’, Lord, Lord, LordAnd he carried along a shotgun, Lord, Lord, LordAnd along came a grey goose, Lord, Lord, LordWell he shot down a grey goose, Lord, Lord, LordAnd the gun went all belly, Lord, Lord, LordAnd down come the grey goose, Lord, Lord, LordTook six weeks of falling, Lord, Lord, LordAnd six weeks calling, Lord, Lord, LordAnd they put him on the table, Lord, Lord, LordAnd your wife and my wife, Lord, Lord, LordThere’s time for feather pickin’, Lord, Lord, LordBut the fork wouldn’t stick it, Lord, Lord, LordAnd the knife wouldn’t cut it, Lord, Lord, LordAnd they put him in the oven, Lord, Lord, LordBut the oven wouldn’t burn him, Lord, Lord, LordAnd they him in the hog pen, Lord, Lord, LordBut the hog couldn’t eat it, Lord, Lord, LordAnd he broke the hog’s teeth out, Lord, Lord, LordSo they threw him in the sawmill, Lord, Lord, LordAnd the sawmill wouldn’t cut him, Lord, Lord, LordAnd he broke the saw’s teeth off, Lord, Lord, LordAnd the last time I seen him, Lord, Lord, LordShe was flyin’ ‘cross the ocean, Lord, Lord, LordWith a long string o'gosling, Lord, Lord, LordAnd they’re all goin’ quack, quack, Lord, Lord, Lord. From Letras Mania