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I seen better days when times wasn't so hard
Says my woman got mad and drove me out of her yard
I wonder what can the matter with poor Betsy Mae
Lord she got mad and drove poor me away
Says I wonder what's the matter with my troublesome mind
Says I must be thinking about my woman I left behind
My woman she got something works like sleeping pills
It takes all of my time to try to keep my backbone still
That's why I can't keep from thinking times I used to have
Sometime I think Lord I declare I declare
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