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[Em]Follo[A]w the dr[Em]inking gourd,
Follo[A]w the dr[Em]inking gourd,
For the [G]old man is a w[D]aitin' for to c[Em]arry you to fr[Bm]eedom,
[Em]Follow the dr[Bm]inking g[Em]ourd.
When the [Em]sun comes up and the first quail calls,
Follow the drinking gourd.
The [G]old man is a w[D]aitin' for to c[Em]arry you to f[Bm]reedom,
[Em]Follow the dr[Bm]inking g[Em]ourd.
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Now the river bank'll make a mighty good road,
The dead trees will show you the way.
Left foot, peg foot, travelin' on,
Follow the drinking gourd.
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Now the river ends between two hills,
Follow the drinking gourd.
There's another river on the other side,
Follow the drinking gourd.
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