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I wanna go home and I ain't got sufficient clothes |
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Doggone my bad luck soul |
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Wanna go home and I ain't got sufficient clothes |
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I mean sufficient, talking about clothes |
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Well, I wanna go home, but I ain't got sufficient clothes |
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I bet my money and I lost it, Lord, it's so |
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Doggone my bad luck soul |
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Mmm, lost it, ain't it so? |
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I mean lost it, speakin' about so, now |
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I'll never bet on the deuce-trey-queen no more |
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Mama, I can't gamble, son, why don't you quit tryin'? |
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Doggone my bad luck soul |
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Mmm, why don't you quit tryin'? |
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Why don't you quit, I mean tryin'? |
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That joker stole off with that long-haired brown of mine |
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Sugar, you catch the Katy, I'll catch that Santa Fe |
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Doggone my bad luck soul |
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Sugar, you catch that Katy and I'll catch that Santa Fe |
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I mean the Santy, speakin' about Fe |
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When you get in Denver, pretty mama, look around for me |
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The woman I love's 'bout five feet from the ground |
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Doggone my bad luck soul |
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Hey, five feet from the ground |
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Five feet from the, I mean ground |
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She's a tailor-made woman, she ain't no hand-me-down |
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I ain't seen my sugar in three long weeks today |
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Doggone my bad luck soul |
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I ain't seen my sugar, three long weeks today |
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Three long weeks to, I mean day, girl |
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It's been so long, seems like my heart's gonn' break |
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I'm gonna run 'cross town, catch that southbound Santa Fe |
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Doggone my bad luck soul |
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Mmm, Lord, that Santa Fe |
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I mean the Santy, speakin' about Fe |
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Be on my way to what they call lovin' Tennessee |
