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64 lines
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If you smell something funny
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When you walk down the street
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You're in Coontown.
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You look and see garbage
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All over the street
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You're in Coontown.
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Up and down the street
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There ain't nothing but trash.
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Nigger girls trying to get
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A nigger boy's cash.
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Then you even see a spook
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With a big moustache
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In Coontown.
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On the corner there's a nigger
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With a drink in his hand.
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That's Coontown.
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Trying to bum a nickle
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From whoever he can
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In Coontown.
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And don't be surprised
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You can make a bet.
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If you go back tomorrow
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He'll be there yet.
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He's trying to get drunk
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And drunk he's gonna get
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In Coontown.
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Niggers never bother
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About going to work
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In Coontown.
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They seem to think
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That work is for jerks
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Out of Coontown.
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He don't do nothing
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But sleep and doze.
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He don't wake until his eyes
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Are tired of being closed.
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It's half a day's work
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For him to scratch his toes
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In Coontown.
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It amazes me
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To see the way they live
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In Coontown.
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They do all the taking
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While we have to give
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To Coontown.
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The white man worries,
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The nigger don't care
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Cause at the end of the month
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His check will be there.
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Every nigger earns his living
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Off the old welfare
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In Coontown.
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Every nigger earns his living
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Off the old welfare
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In Coontown.
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