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(Rickey Medlocke)
White Dove sittin' on a blackberry bush
Is there any questioning why
Tell me what heaven you're bound for today
Feel just like I could cry
Feel just like I could cry
Little squirrel sitting on a flat slanted rock
Wodering where the winter meal is coming from
I'm tired of fighting for it, gonna lay down my gun
Just know that my work is done
Just know that my work is done
Little boy blue now come blow your horn
No more of the sheep is around
I said I'm tired of fighting, gonna lay down my gun
Just know that my work is done
Just know that my work is done
Just know that my work is done
Just know that my work is done
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