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GO TELL GO TELL THE DOCTOR WIND IS A COMIN’, WIND IS A COMIN’, WIND IS A COMIN’. GO TELL THE DOCTOR WIND IS A COMIN’, MAMA’S OFF THE FLOOR. GO TELL THE PREACHER DON’T COME A RUNNIN’, DON’T COME A RUNNIN’, DON’T COME A RUNNIN’. GO TELL THE PREACHER DON’T COME A RUNNIN’, MAMA’S ON A RANT. GO TELL THE DEVIL BRING YOUR ASS OVER, BRING YOUR ASS OVER, BRING YOUR ASS OVER. GO TELL THE DEVIL BRING YOUR ASS OVER MAMA WANTS TO DANCE. DON’T BELIEVE THOSE PEOPLE AND WHAT THEY IS TELLIN’, AND WHAT THEY IS TELLIN’ AND WHAT THEY IS SELLIN’. DON’T BELIEVE THOSE PEOPLE AND WHAT THEY IS TELLIN’ MAMA’S HOUSE IS ON FIRE.

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