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Sweet mama, lay your burden down, |
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Sweet mama, lay your burden down, |
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Just let me tell you 'bout some truth in life i've found, |
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Sweet mama, lord. set yourself right down. |
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Lord, pride, it ain't worth a us dime, lord no, |
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Well pride, it ain't worth a poor man's time |
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And it's misery to be so jealous all the time |
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Sweet mama, lord, be kind to your mind. |
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Sweet mama, lay your burden down, |
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Oh sweet mama, lord lay them trophies down, |
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You know it ain't no good to be givin' me that same old run-around, |
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Cause sweet mama, lay your burden down. |
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Sweet mama, lord, you're so feelin' fine |
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And i know that you think this is just a line, |
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But i only put these words into this little song, |
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To try, lord, and help us get along. |