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Well, now it gettin' late on into the evenin' |
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And I feel like, like blowin' my home |
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When I woke up this mornin' all I, I had was gone |
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Now it gettin', late on into the evenin', man now |
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I feel like, like blowin' my home |
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Well now, woke up this mornin', all I had was gone |
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Well, brooks run into the ocean, the ocean run in, into the sea |
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But don't find my baby, somebody gonna sure bury me |
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Brooks run into the ocean, man, that ole ocean ran into the sea |
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Well now, if I don't find my baby |
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Somebody sure gonna bury me |
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Well, minutes seemed like hours, an hour don't it seem like days? |
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Seems like my baby would stop her old evil way |
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Minutes seemed like hours, an hour seemed like days |
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Well now, seems like my baby child, whoo-hoo well, child |
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Would stop her low down ways |
