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Now, I can't walk the streets, now, to consolate my mind, |
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Some pretty mama, she start, breakin' down |
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Stop breakin' down, please, stop breakin' down |
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Now, the stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind |
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I can't walk the streets, now, to consolate my mind, |
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Some no-good woman, now, she start breakin' down |
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Stop breakin' down, please, stop breakin' down |
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The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind |
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You know the Saturday night women, now, they love to ape and clown |
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They won't do nothin' but tear your, reputation down |
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Stop breakin' down, please, stop breakin' down |
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The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind |
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Now I gave my baby, that ninety-nine degree |
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She jumped up and throwed a pistol, down on me |
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Stop breakin' down, please, stop breakin' down |
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That stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind |
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Now, that fiddle1 player, now, use, rosum on his bow |
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That don't make your fiddle cry, baby, you know it, don't go |
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Stop breakin' down, please, stop breakin' down |
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The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind |