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Now an' I'm goin' back down South |
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Man, where the weather suits my clothes |
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Now, I done fooled around in Chicago |
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Yank, I done almost froze |
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Now, that I done fooled around in Chicago |
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Lord, I done almost froze |
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Lord, my baby, my baby |
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She don't treat me good no mo' |
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Now, I know the reason she don't love me |
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She's wild about Mr. So an' So |
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Now I know the reason she don't love me |
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She's wild about Mr. So an' So |
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Now an' I know my baby |
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N' I know, Miss Lacey, wanna see me now |
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Because my baby she didn't want me |
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To come way back up here, no how |
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Lord, my baby she didn't want me |
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To come way back up here, no how. |
