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You may search the ocean, you might go 'cross the deep blue sea |
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But Mama, you'll never find another hot shot like me |
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I followed my baby from the station to the train |
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And the blues came down like night and showered me |
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I left her at the station wringing her hands and crying |
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I told her she had a home, just as long as I had mine |
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I've got two women, and you can't tell them apart |
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I've got one in my bossom, and one I got in my heart |
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The one in my bossom, she's in Tennessee |
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And the one in my heart, don't even give a darn for me |
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I used to say a married woman was the sweetest thing that ever been born |
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But I've changed that thing, you better leave married women alone |
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Take my advice: let these married women be |
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'Cause their husbands'll grab you, beat you ragged as a cedar tree |
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When a woman say she love you 'bout good as she do herself, |
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I don't pay her no attention, tell that same line to somebody else |
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I really don't believe no woman in the whole round world do right, |
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Act like an angel in the daytime, mess by the ditch at night |
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I'm going, pretty mama, please don't break this rule; |
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That's why I'm searching these deserts for the blues |
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I'm going, pretty mama, searching these deserts now |
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That's why I'm walking my baby home anyhow |
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Lord, oh Lord |
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Lordy, Lordy, Lord |
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Oh Lordy Lord |
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Lord, Lord, Lord |
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When a woman say she love you 'bout good as she do herself, |
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I don't pay her no attention, tell that same line to somebody else |
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Lord, Lord |
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Lord, Lord, Lord |