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Spoken |
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: This song was introduced to me by the late Cripple Clarence Lofton, titled "I Don't Know" |
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I'm gettin' sick and tired of the way you do, |
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Good kind papa gotta poison you; |
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Sprinkle goofer dust all around your bed, |
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Wake up one of these mornings, find your own self dead. |
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She said, 'You shouldn't say that' |
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I said, 'What should I say this time, baby?' |
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She says, 'Mmmmmm, I don't know,' |
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My oh my oh my; I don't know, what my baby puttin' down. |
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The woman I love, she got dimples in her jaws, |
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The clothes she's wearin' is made out of the best of cloths; |
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She can take and wash, she can hang 'em upside the wall, |
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She can throw 'em out the window, |
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And run out and catch 'em a little bit before they fall; |
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Sometimes I think you has your habits on |
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She said, 'You shouldn't say that' |
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I said, 'What should I say to make you mad this time, baby?' |
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She says, 'Mmmmmm, I don't know,' |
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My oh my oh my; I don't know, what my baby puttin' down. |
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My papa told me, my mother sat down and cried, |
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Say, 'You're too young a man, son, to have the many women you got' |
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I looked at my mother then, I didn't even crack a smile, |
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I say, 'If the women kill me, I don't mind dyin |
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The woman I love, I won the week before last, |
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The woman I love I've got out of class; |
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I thought I won you, baby, a long time ago, |
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If you don't watch your step, I'm gonna have to let you go. |
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She said, 'You shouldn't say that' |
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I said, 'What should I say this time, baby?' |
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She says, 'Mmmmmm, I don't know' |
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I don't know; I don't know what my baby puttin' down, puttin' down. |
