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Sittin' here, thousand miles from nowhere |
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In this one room country little shack |
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Sittin' here, thousand miles from nowhere |
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In this one room country little shack |
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My only worldly possession is a ragged ol' 'leven foot cotton sack |
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I wake up every night 'bout midnight |
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People, I just can't sleep no more |
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I wake up every night 'bout midnight |
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People, I just can't sleep no more |
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Only crickets and frogs to keep me company |
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And the wind howlin' 'round my door |
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I'm gonna leave here early in the mornin' |
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I'm 'bout to go out of my mind |
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I'm gonna leave here early in the mornin' |
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I'm 'bout to go out of my mind |
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I'm gonna find me some kind of a companion |
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Even if she's dumb, deaf, cripple and blind |
