(Gary Davis)

Death don’t have no mercy in this land.
Death don’t have no mercy in this land.
Well he’ll come to your house, but he won’t stay long.
Look in the bed and somebody’ll be gone.
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aka: Sally, Where’d You Get Your Liquor From

(Rev. Gary Davis)
1930s

Old man Peter was a mighty man,
Combed his head with a frying pan,
Washed his face in a wagon wheel,
Died with a toothache in his heel.
Sally, where’d you get your liquor from?
Where’d you get it?
(Man downtown.)
All you’re good for, woman, is to get drunk and clownin’
Where’d you get your liquor from?
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