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Lord I wish I could die, 'cause my man treats me like a slave |
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Lord I wish I could die, my man treats me like a slave |
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As to why he drives me, I'm sinkin' low, Lord, in my grave |
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He's a hard drivin' papa, drives me all the time |
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Drives me so hard, I'm 'fraid I'll lose my mind |
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And when the sun starts sinkin', I start sinkin' into crime |
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Lord, I rise in the mornin', dress when the clock strikes four |
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I've a clock on one and scrubbin' somebody's floor |
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He takes all my money and starts to cry for more |
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I'm goin' to the river, feelin' so sad and blue |
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I'm goin' to the river, feelin' so sad and blue |
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Because I love him, 'cause there's no-one can beat me like he do |
