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A fly will stick to jelly and wood will stick to glue, |
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But a man won't stick to a woman no matter what she do! |
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The wrong way, I'm bound to sue! |
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That man o' mine is triflin' and he don't treat me right, |
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He's got another sweetie, he sees her late at night, |
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That is why I've got those desert blues. |
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I'm gonna travel to the desert, out in the western land, |
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I'm gonna hid my troubles in the burnin' sand. |
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Temptation I can't refuse, |
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For that man o' mine I'm bound to lose; |
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My mind is like a row boat out on a stormy sea, |
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He's with me right now, in the mornin' where will he be? |
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Lore-oh, lore-oh, lore-oh! |
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Lore-oh, lore-oh, lore-oh! |
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I'm so nervous, I'm quakin' in my shoes, |
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I'm burnin' up, I've got those lonesome desert blues1 |
