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I went out and got married
Thought I'd live a happy life But before i could settle down Another man had stole my wife Sound the bell , Yes I feel so sad Nobody knows , The troubles I had If you see my woman Won't you tell her from me That she left me crying And my heart 's in misery Sound the bell , Yes I feel so sad Nobody knows , The troubles I had Solo You may think I'm crazy But i will never love again I'm going back home to my mama Cause she's my only friend Sound the bell , Yes I feel so sad Nobody knows , The troubles I had Nobody knows , The troubles I had Nobody knows , The troubles I had |
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It's your time now baby
Ohh but it's gonna be mine after awhile I said it's your time right now baby Lord but it's gonna be mine after awhile You know you know if things don't change I'm gonna move on down She stayed out last night And do you know she just walked in The girl is gettin' ready She's going back out again I said just wait one minute Just before you go She didn't even look at me She just turned and walked out the door It's your time, it's your time, it's your time right now Ohh, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta feelin' Ohh it's gonna, it's gonna, it's gonna be my time after awhile I got a look through my window And guess what I seen My baby sat with another man In a long black limosine I said it's your time, it's your time Yes you know I, you know I got that feelin' woman Baby it's gonna be my time after awhile I just wanna talk to my baby And here's what I wanna say Go ahead on and mistreat me But every every dog got his day wow Somebody better come here and get me baby I just want to talk to my baby |
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Hear me talking to ya baby
I'm serious as a heart attack If you don't stop the thing's you're doin' I'm gonna turn your blue eyes black You never stay at home and you Keep your business in the street You don't do no dirty clothes and there's Never nothin' here to eat Well girl this love affair is Pretty close to ruin Every time I try and do ya, oh You say nothin' doin' You never stay at home and you Keep your business in the street You don't do no dirty clothes and there's Never nothin' here to eat You're the kind of woman Would feel right at home in hell Ya stick me with a pitchfork Just to hear me yell You never stay at home and you Keep your business in the street You don't do no dirty clothes and there's Never nothin' here to eat |
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Oh wont you come with me
To the land of dreams Rollin' down Rt. Ninety, to New Orleans Straight outta California to New Mexico Gonna get a cup of coffee, in El Pas-o Roll on through Comstock to San Antone Gonna call my baby on the telephone We'll pass through Katy and Houston too Stop in Beaumont Texas, for some barbeque Hot links and hog ribs, fillet gumbo At the Bon Ton drivein, that's the place to go Then Jennings and Crowley, Lake Charles and Rain When you get to Lafayette boy, you'll see 'em cuttin' cane. In Morgan City, where the shrimp boats land Put a nickle in the juke box, you'll hear a Cajun band Ain't ya glad you come along, boy, to the land of dreams? Rollin' down Rt. Ninety, to New Orleans. |
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