Hey Nellie Nellie

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Hey Nelly Nelly, come to the window
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Hey Nelly Nelly, look at what I see
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He's riding into town on a sway back mule
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Got a tall black hat and he looks like a fool
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He sure is talkin' like he's been to school,
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And it's 1853


[Verse 2]
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Hey Nelly Nelly, listen what he's sayin'
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Hey Nelly Nelly, he says it's gettin' late
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Says all them black folks should all be free
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To walk around the same as you and me
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He's talkin' 'bout a thing he calls democracy,
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And it's 1858


[Verse 3]
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Hey Nelly Nelly, hear the band a playing
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Hey Nelly Nelly, hand me down my gun
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Cause the men are cheerin and the boys are too
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They're all puttin' on their coats of blue
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I can't sit around here and talk to you,
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Cause it's 1861


[Verse 4]
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Hey Nelly Nelly, Come to the window
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Hey Nelly Nelly, I've come back alive
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My coat of blue is stained with red
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And the man in the tall black hat is dead
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We sure will remember all the things he said,
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And it's 1865


[Verse 5]
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Hey Nelly Nelly, come to the window
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Hey Nelly Nelly, look at what I see
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I see white folks and coloured walkin' side by side
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They're marchin'  in a column that's a century wide
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It's still a long and a hard and a bloody ride,
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And it's 1963