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I came to the city from the deep south, |
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When the mills shut down. |
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I married a man who treated me, |
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Like he bought me by the pound. |
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Packed my bags and left, |
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With just 20 dollars in my purse, |
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Took a lot of jobs, |
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Went from bad to worse. |
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Now my money's gone, |
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I'm lying here on this lumpy bed. |
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Now I don't know if I'm better off, |
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Alive or dead. |
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Hotel room west side, east side, |
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Men knocking at my door, |
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Hotel room west side, east side, |
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And I don't care anymore. |
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Then I met a guy smooth as silk, |
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In a midtown bar, |
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He told me with my good looks, |
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I'd go very far. |
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I didn't know what he meant, |
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I thought he was heaven sent, |
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'til I found out his sweet talking, |
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Added up to street walking. |
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That was the part, |
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It finally broke my heart, |
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I'm lying here on this lumpy bed, |
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I don't know if I'm better off, |
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Alive or dead. |
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Hotel room west side, east side, |
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Men knocking at my door, |
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Hotel room west side, east side, |
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And I don't care anymore. |
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Don't care anymore, |
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Money's all gone, |
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Don't care anymore, |
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Men knocking at my door. |
