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Got me accused for murder : and stealing was my crime
Lord it was all on account : of me stealing a woman's mind
I wrote my baby a letter : she send me a telegram
She said daddy the reason I love you : you got ways just like a lamb
She got a head like a switch‑engine : and her feet just like a teddy bear
She dipping her Skeet and Garret : and spitting it everywhere
Lord I'd rather be in the woods mama : Lord in a lion's den
Than to be here in this town mama : Lord and deceive her men
Good night blues : why don't you let me sleep
You been following me : around this whole week
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