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I wake up every morning |
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Honey, with the risin' sun |
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I wake up every morning |
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Baby, with the risin' sun |
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Thinkin' about my honey dripper |
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And all the wrong she's done |
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When you see my baby |
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Tell her I said, hurry home |
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If you see my baby |
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Tell her I said, hurry home |
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I ain't had no real good lovin' |
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Since my gal been gone |
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She's a little bitty girl |
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And they call her Vita Lee |
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She's a little bitty girl |
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And they call her Vita Lee |
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Well, the poor girl's gone |
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But she sure was good to me |
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I don't mind cryin', baby |
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But I hate to sleep all by myself |
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Don't mind cryin', baby |
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But I hate to sleep all by myself |
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Well, the little girl I'm in love with |
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She's lovin' somebody else |
