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Now you put it in a poke, tie it with a rope, drag it off like a log, stick it in a sack, throw it on your back, or you feed it to your old hound dog, |
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Caause I don't want it, well there ain't no doubt. |
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Your love is one thing |
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I don't care, a dog gone thing about. |
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Well I can't forget, the day we met, how you thriled me through and through |
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But I seen the light, and what a sight, oh what did |
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I see in you |
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No I don't want it, well there ain't no doubt, |
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Your love is one thing |
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I don't care, a dog gone thing about. |
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Guitar Solo |
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Well your love's grown cold, go dig a hole, throw it in and cover it up, |
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Or pit in hock, in some pawn shop, cause gal |
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I've had enough, |
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No I don't want it, well there ain't no doubt, |
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Your love is one thing |
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I don't care, a dog gone thing about. |
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If I step on your toes and, that's the way it goes, you'll have to beg my pardon, |
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But you've got a face that ain't got no place, except in someone's gardon, |
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And I don't want it, , well there ain't no doubt, |
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Your love is one thing |
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I don't care, a dog gone thing about. |
