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Thomas |
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Annie May, she lives down by the station |
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You might say that she's a friend of mine |
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No, I don't mean for drinks and conversation |
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When you're lonely, that's a waste of time |
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You just call and say you'll be over |
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You've got just a minute or two |
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By the time you're hangin with her |
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She knows what to do |
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Annie May, Annie May |
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Anything you want to ask for, that's OK |
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And if nothing else comes your way |
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You can always depend on Annie May |
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Now Annie May was born in Alabama |
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She nearly made it through the seventh grade |
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She had a baby and left it with her grandma |
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Hitched a ride up Indiana way |
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She got taught to love in a truck stop |
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Near to Kalamazoo |
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By the time she made Chicago |
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She knew a thing or two |
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Annie May, Annie May |
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She never learned to give a damn what people say |
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Some folks call her crackers |
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Some folks call her trash |
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Others swear she's a working girl |
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With a stocking full of cash |
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Now she's not quite a lady |
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Ladies come and go |
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But as long as she's taking care of me |
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I don't need to know |
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Now Annie May, don't ask me if I love her |
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But in a way, well I suppose I do |
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She's not the kind you'd bring home to meet your mother |
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But in time she kind of grows on you |
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You don't find her cooking and cleaning |
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And washing cars in the street |
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Whenever I get lonely |
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She's knows what I need |
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Annie May, Annie May |
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Anything you want to ask for, that's OK |
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And if nothing else comes your way |
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You can always depend on Annie May |
