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(Big Bill Broonzy) |
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I'm gonna move, way out on the outskirts of town |
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I'm gonna move, way out on the outskirts of town |
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Now that's why I don't want nobody, ooh Lord, baby always hangin' around |
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I'm gonna tell you baby, we gonna move away from here |
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I don't want no ice man, I'm gon' buy me a frigidaire, |
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When I move way out on the outskirts of town |
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Now that's why I don't want nobody, ooh Lord, baby always hangin' around |
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I'm gon' bring my own groceries, bring them every day |
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That's gonna stop that grocery boy, I mean it keep him away, |
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When I move way out on the outskirts of town |
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Now that's why I don't want nobody, ooh Lord, baby always hangin' around |
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It may seem funny, funny as it can be |
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But if my wife havin' a baby, I want 'em all to look just like me, |
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When I move way out on the outskirts of town |
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Now that's why I don't want nobody, ooh Lord, baby always hangin' around |
