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Now, I don't want no, no skinny woman |
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I want the woman, she got-a plenty of, Lord! |
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I don't want no skinny woman, I want some |
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A woman wit' a-plenty of meat |
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Now, we can roll all night long, an this woman |
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Won't have to stop 'n eat |
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Well, I've got so-oh, so many women |
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Now an I don't know who I love yet |
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Lord, I 've got me, so many women |
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'Till I'm, I really don't know who I want |
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Now an it seems like the girl I been cravin' for |
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Slipped away to the Good Lord, up above |
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I have the blues, blues in the mo'nin |
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Blues is the first thing, when I lay down |
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An' Lord I have, the blues in the mo'nin |
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Blues is the first thing when I lay down at night |
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Now that's the reason my baby worry me |
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My baby, she don't treat me right |
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Now if you take me, take me back baby |
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Now an' I won't do you mean no mo', oh Lord |
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If you'll just forgive me this time |
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I won't never do you mean no mo' |
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Now, that you been get all-a my neighbor lovin' you |
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Just let Mr. So 'n So, go |
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Now she is gone, she is gone |
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But she'll fer'ever be on my mind, oh Lord |
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I, she gone, she's gone |
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She'll for-'rever be on my mind |
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Now, she was a sweet little woman |
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She just, wouldn't be lovin' an kind. |
