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I believe to my soul there's a black cat sleeping under my bed
Every time I get drunk my woman wants to cut my head
She keeps me running ducking and dodging all night long
Every time I get drunk I don't mean to treat nobody wrong
Now listen here mama I ain't going to do it no more
When I get full of my good whiskey you got me running from door to door
Now I'm leaving you mama Lord and it won't be long
Now if you don't believe I'm leaving please count the days I'm gone
Now just as sure as a freight train rolls up in the yard
Says I'm going to go far take two dollars to send me a postal card
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