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I hate to see the evenin' sun go down |
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I hate to see the evenin' sun go down |
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'Cause my baby, she left this town |
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Feelin' tomorrow just like I feel today |
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Feelin' tomorrow just like I feel today |
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I'll pack my trunk and make my getaway |
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St. Louis woman, with her diamond rings |
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She pulls her man around by her apron strings |
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She wants for powder and for store-bought hair |
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The man she loves, he wouldn't go nowhere |
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St. Louis woman, with her diamond rings |
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She pulls her man around by her apron strings |
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She wants for powder and for store-bought hair |
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The man she loves wouldn't go nowhere |
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Wouldn't go nowhere |
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Wouldn't go nowhere |
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He wouldn't go nowhere |
