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Well I'm goin' away to leave |
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Won't be back no more |
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Goin' back down south, child |
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Don't you want to go? |
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Woman I'm troubled, |
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I be all worried in mind |
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Well baby |
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I just can't be satisfied |
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And I just can't keep from cryin'. |
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Well I feel like snappin' |
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Pistol in your face |
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I'm gonna let some graveyard |
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Lord be your resting place |
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Woman I'm troubled, |
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I be all worried in mind |
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Well baby |
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I can never be satisfied |
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And I just can't keep from cryin'. |
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Well now all in my sleep |
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Hear my doorbell ring |
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Looking for my baby |
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I couldn't see not a doggone thing |
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Woman I was troubled, |
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I was all worried in mind |
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Well honey |
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I could never be satisfied |
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And I just couldn't keep from cryin'. |
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Well I know my little old baby |
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She gonna jump and shout |
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That old train be late man, |
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LordAnd I come walking out |
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I be troubled, |
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I be all worried in mind |
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Well honey ain't no way in the world could we be satisfied |
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And I just can't keep from crying. |
