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    Johnson said to Willie
    Oh one friday night
    Sure you can come to my father's house
    Sure you take your life.
    Ain't it hard, Lord, ain't it hard.

    Willie went to his father's house
    On one Saturday eve
    Johnson shot that poor boy
    Fell upon his knees.
    Ain't it hard, Lord, ain't it hard.

    O Lord oh me, oh Lord, oh my
    I shot little willie Lord, he's bound to die
    Ain't it hard...

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    Oh Lord, oh me
    Trouble I can see
    I shot little Willie, Lord
    Police after me
    Ain't it hard...

    Oh (Lord) Officer O'Daniel
    How can it be
    All around my bedside
    Poor Willie creeps
    Ain't it hard...

    Oh Lord, oh me
    Oh Lord, oh my
    I shot little Willie, Lord
    He's bound to die
    Ain't it hard...

    Went to the country
    To get me a drink of gin
    When I got back, Lord
    Police took me in
    Ain't it hard...

    Rubber tire buggy
    Rubber tire hack
    Took him to the cemetery
    Won't bring him back,
    Ain't it hard...

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    Composition: Cotton Libba

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