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Minnie Neal down in Beale |
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, gave her papa the air |
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Left him cold, got him told, said she didn't care |
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Poor Joe, her beau, looked just like he would die |
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If you were near him, you would hear him, start his mournful cry |
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Beale Street |
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Papa, why don't you come back home |
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It isn't proper to leave your mama all alone |
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Sometimes I was cruel, that was true |
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But papa you know mama never two-times |
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You |
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Ooh-ooh, I'm blue |
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So how come you do me like you do, I'm crying |
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Beale Street papa, don't mess around with me |
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There's plenty of petting that I can get in Tennessee |
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I still get my sweet cookies constantly |
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But not the kind you serve to me |
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So Beale Street papa, come back home |
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So how come you do me like you do, I'm crying |
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Beale Street papa, don't mess around with me |
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There's plenty of petting that I can get in Tennessee |
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I bought a rifle, razor and a knife, |
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A postal card can't save my life |
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So Beale Street papa, come back home |
