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Well I've been thinking, yes I've been thinking |
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About some women that I know |
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Some believe me and some deceive me |
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And some I wish I'd never seen at all |
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Where will you go now? Where will you go now? |
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Where will you wander, where will you roam? |
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Where will you go when the sun goes sinkin', |
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And the morning brings a new day to be born? |
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I can't tell you, no I can't tell you |
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Which train I'm riding, which plane I'm on |
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But I can tell you, yes I can tell you |
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I'm standing right where I belong |
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When I die Lord, when I die Lord |
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Lay me somewhere soft and deep |
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Tell my babies not to cry no |
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For I ain't gone, I'm just fast asleep |
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I know a man Lord, I know a man Lord, |
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He had no baby, to call his own |
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He had nothing, but he had everything |
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He had the world to call his home |