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Well, come to me, pretty baby
Put your fine mellow body on my knee Please come to me, baby And put your fine mellow body on my knee I wanna whisper in your ear Until you think it keeps bothering me You and me mistreat her, baby Don?t mean no one man no good Yes, you and me mistreat her Don?t mean no one man no good ?Cause all you do, woman Is raised in my neighborhood I did more for my baby Than the good Lord has ever done I did more for my baby Than the good Lord has ever done I, I went down town and bought her some hair And the good Lord never gave her enough I gave you back that wig I bought you, baby And let your hair go bald [Incomprehensible] back home, baby And let your hair go bald Because if you keep on mistreating me, baby You won?t have no hair, no hair at all No hair, no hair What?s the matter now? |
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Well, money's gettin' cheaper
Prices gettin' steeper Found myself a woman But I just couldn't keep her Times gettin' tougher than tough Things gettin' rougher than rough I make a lot of money I just keep spendin' the stuff Well, pork chops on the market Ask the butcher for a pound Couldn't buy a pork chop When I laid my money down Times gettin' tougher than tough Things gettin' rougher than rough I make a lot of money Just keep spendin' the stuff Well, politicians are tellin' folks To cut out on their meat Why don't they cut the price And let the people eat? Times gettin' tougher than tough Things gettin' rougher than rough I make a lot of money I just keep spendin' the stuff Well, I can't afford to live I guess I'll have to try Undertaker's got a union And it costs too much to die Times gettin' tougher than tough Things gettin' rougher than rough I make a lot of money I just keep spendin' the stuff |
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On the wall and on the ceiling, I see your face all night long
On the wall and on the ceiling, I see your face all night long Well, I've got the blues so bad I wanna leave my happy home, happy home I'd rather be on a freight train than layin' here in my bed I'd rather be travelin' than layin' here in my bed 'Cause I've got you on my mind and freight trains in my head I'm gonna grab me a freight train and ride all night long Yes, I'm gonna catch me a freight train and ride all night long And tomorrow mornin' I'll be a long ways from home |
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