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Brown Skin Cora, from way down Dixie way, Came up North, budbut [sic] did not want to stay -- Old man Trouble -- that's how she felt Was hitting her below the belt So she rubbed her tummy, looked at her shoes And wiled them low-down belly-rub Blues.

CHORUS I want my good old chicken and stuff Um - um - um (hum) I know I never got enought (hum) Want my chicken good and brown With lots of gravy flowing round and round (hum) Oh, I wish my daddy send would for me Buy me a ticket on the F.E.C.
 * Oh Gravy, um - (hum)

Is another thing I miss And the sunshine of his kiss That's way down south in Dixie.

(Note: The belly is rubbed on each hum.)