For some reason I awoke this morning humming the 1932 version of White House Blues :
"Got up this morning, all I could see
Was cornbread and gravy just a-waitin' for me
And now he's gone, I'm glad he's gone"
Was cornbread and gravy just a-waitin' for me
And now he's gone, I'm glad he's gone"
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