Here's Your Mop, Mr. Johnson

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Here's your mop, Mr. Johnson

Here's your bucket, Mrs. Brown

How time has trampled the carpet

So bend those old knees and get down

The Bluebird flew off in the forties

And Henry Speir is dead in the ground

The levee camp is gone, the minstrel show has moved on

And the gin joints have all burned down

Blind Lemon, he was killed in a blizzard

And sweet Bessie was found dead on the road

Texas and Blake disappeared with no trace

And you'll collapse under your load

The uniform is over there in the closet

You'll need it when the weather gets cold

You could play on the street, or you could die on your feet

Or you can come in here and do what you're told

So here's your mop, Mr. Johnson

And here's your bucket, Mrs. Brown

How time has trampled the carpet

So bend those old knees and get down

(Keri (spoken): "It's a mean old world when a man can't have a cigarrette. . . on a postage stamp!")

Album: No Beginner

Record Company: Malaco/Waldoxy Records

Songwriters: Keri Leigh, Mark Lyon, Thomas Anderson

(Delta Dirt Music/ASCAP, Kramnoyl Music/BMI, Angry Young Grad Student Music/BMI)

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