“Where you go, I go. Where you stay, I’m a-stayin’. Your folk’s folk is my folk’s folk. Your God, my God. Where you croak, I’m a-croakin’, and there I’m a-be buried. The Lord do me in if anythin’ but death comes ‘tween us.”
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