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Well, my baby gone and left me, |
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Leavin' on that mornin' train. |
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Well, my baby gone and left me, |
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Leavin' on that mornin' train. |
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Said she was tired of livin', |
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Livin' with a ball and chain. |
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M-hm. Well, my baby gone and left me, |
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Says she won't be back again. |
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Well, my baby gone and left me, |
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Says she won't be back again. |
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And I just can't let her go, |
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My memory's like a ball and chain. |
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Yes, it is! |
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Ball and chain. |
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Well, my baby left this mornin', |
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Says she won't be back again. |
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My baby left this mornin', |
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Says she won't be back again. |
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But I tell you somethin', |
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My heart's like a ball and chain. |
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Well, I found my babe this mornin', |
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She won't laugh at me no more. |
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Found my baby there this mornin', |
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She won't laugh at me no more again. |
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And I shot her with my pistol, |
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Now I wear a ball and chain. |
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Yeah, ball and chain. |
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Ball and chain. |
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Ball and chain. |
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Ball and chain. |
