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Well I'm standin' at the crossroads |
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With my head hung down and cryin' |
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Well I'm standin' at the crossroads |
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With my head hung down and cryin' |
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Well I was thinkin' about my baby |
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And I know she can't be found |
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I work hard for my baby |
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And she treats me like a slave |
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I work hard for my baby |
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And she treats me like a slave |
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Well she was be tired of livin' |
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I'll put her six feet in the grave |
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Well I'm standin' at the crossroads |
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And my baby's not around |
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Well I'm standin' at the crossroads |
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And my baby's not around |
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I began to wonder |
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If old Elmore's sinking down |
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I' standin' here waitin' baby |
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With my heart right in my hand |
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I' standin' here waitin' baby |
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With my heart right in my hand |
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I'm thinkin' about my baby |
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And she's out with another man |
