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I got this graveyard woman you know she keep me hid |
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Put his soul for mommy you know she keep my kid |
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She's a junkyard angel and she always give me bread yeah |
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If she go down dyin' you know she bound to put a blanket on my bed |
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I know |
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You know she don't make me nervous she don't talk too much |
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She walk like Bo Diddley she don't need no crutch |
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She keeps my four-ten all loaded with lead yeah |
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If I go down dyin' you know she bound to put a blanket on my bed |
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Yeah |
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Well I need a steam shovel baby to keep away the dead |
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Need a dump truck mama to unload my head |
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She give me everything and more and just like I said one more time |
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Well if I go down dyin' you know she bound to put a blanket on my bed |
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Alright get it on now |
