Phil Capitano Poet Elegiac Lyric

Go Tell

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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