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Woke up this mornin' |
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When chickens was crowin' for day |
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Felt on the right side of my pilla' |
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My man had gone away |
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By this pilla' |
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He left a note readin' |
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"I'm sorry, Jane, you got my goat |
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No time to marry, no time to settle down" |
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I'm a young woman and ain't done runnin' 'round |
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I'm a young woman and ain't done runnin' 'round |
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Some people call me a hobo |
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Some call me a bum |
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Nobody knows my name |
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Nobody knows what I've done |
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I'm as good as any woman |
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In your town |
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I ain't no high yeller |
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I'm a deep killer of brown |
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I ain't gonna marry |
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Ain't gonna settle down |
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I'm gonna drink good moonshine |
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And rub these browns down |
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See that long lonesome road |
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Lawd, you know it's gotta |
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And I'm a good woman |
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And I can get plenty men |