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Why I married me a bad girl, tell you the reason why |
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Bad girls will even do things on the sly |
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Look for your supper to be good and hot |
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She never even put a stew bone in the pot |
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She's on the road again, sure as you're born |
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Natural born easy on the road again |
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Friend come by, say looking for his hat |
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Wants to know where your husband's at |
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I don't know, he's on his way to the pen |
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Come on pretty mama, let's get on the road again |
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Went to my house the front door was locked |
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Went 'round to my window, but my window was locked |
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Jumped right back, shook my head |
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Big old rounder in my folding bed |
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Jumped into the window, broke the glass |
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Never seen that little rounder run so fast |
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Come on pretty mama, let's get on the road again |
