.Mother Mother Mother I wager you sent me here
To this house in New Orleans where Iâve become your fallen son
You thought to make homemade wicks so by our lanterns we might see
The cotton strips that you tore and let soak in the kerosene
While you slept I pieced the strips and found.
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