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 
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to school,
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And it's 1853


[Verse 2]
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Hey Nelly Nelly, listen what he's 
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sayin'
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Hey Nelly Nelly, he says it's 
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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
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 democracy,
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         Am G Am
And it's 1858


[Verse 3]
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Hey Nelly Nelly, hear the band a 
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playing
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Hey Nelly Nelly, hand me down my gun
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Cause the men are cheerin and the 
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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 
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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 
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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 
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things he said,
         Am G Am
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 
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walkin' side by side
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They're marchin'  in a column 
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that's a century wide
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It's still a long and a hard and a 
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bloody ride,
         Am G Am
And it's 1963