William Elliott Whitmore - Lift my jug song for hub cale

^GWell I don't care about my sorrows And I don't ca^Cre about my wo^Ges I put my kne^Ges down in the sand Down wh^Dere that river fl^Gows I put my han^Gds in the water Up to my ^Celbows in the co^Gld I let it wa^Gsh my dirty face Let it c^Dleanse my troubled s^Goul Well, my n^Game is Hub Cale And my ho^Cme is where ever I ^Glay And I was bo^Grn to ride the rails Ride the r^Dails ’til judgement ^Gday

My f^Cace is wrinkled and we^Gary And r^Gough as railroad t^Die And when that t^Grain come rumblin' through this town I l^Dift my jug to the ^Gsky

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Well I lift my my Jug to the sky oh lord Well, I l^Dift my jug to the s^Gky And when that nu^Gmber 9 come rollin' by I l^Dift my jug to the s^Gky

^GFor I was an engineer I made my l^Civin' shovelin' co^Gal Paid my du^Ges for 12 long years Then one d^Day they let me^G go And that ti^Gme it sure was rough And the l^Cabor sure took its t^Goll For my lu^Gngs are as black As the f^Deathers of the c^Grow

Now I l^Cay underneath the tre^Gstle With my j^Gug of homemade r^Dye And when that t^Grain come rumblin' through this town I l^Dift it up to the sk^Gy

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Well I lift my my Jug to the sky oh lord Well, I li^Dft my jug to the s^Gky And when that num^Gber 9 come rollin' by I l^Dift my jug to the s^Gky

^GWell I don't care about my sorrows And I don't ca^Cre about my w^Goes I put my k^Gnees down in the sand Down w^Dhere that river fl^Gows Down w^Dhere that river fl^Gows Oh Down whe^Dre that river fl^Gows