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Somebody have mercy |
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And tell me what is wrong with me |
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Somebody have mercy |
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And tell me what is wrong with me, yea |
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Sometimes I don't know how I stand |
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The things this woman do to me |
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Let me tell you |
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When I think about how she do me |
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The tears fall down like a rain, like a rain |
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When I think about how she do me |
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The tears fall down like a rain, like a rain |
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When I think I've got her chained down |
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She starts actin' up again |
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Well, oh, let me tell you |
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I'm goin' down to the bus station |
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With a suitcase in my hand, yes I am |
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I'm goin' down to the bus station |
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With a suitcase in my hand, yes I am |
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I'm gonna grab me a armful of Greyhound |
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And ride just as close I can |
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And do that thing for me now, yea |
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And yea yea yea yea yea yea yeah |
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Let me tell you one more time |
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Somebody have mercy |
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I wonder what is wrong with me, Lord have mercy |
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Somebody have mercy |
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I wonder what is wrong with me, yea |
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Sometimes I don't know how I stand |
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The things this woman do to me |
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Do that one more time while I tell 'em |
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I'm standin' here wonderin', baby |
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With a matchbox hole in my clothes, yes I am |
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Standin', wonderin', baby |
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With a matchbox hole in my clothes, yes I am |
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Ohh, I got a long way to get there |
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And I got a short time to go |
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One more time |
