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Don't the moon look pretty, shinin' down through the trees? (2)
I can see my woman, but she can't see me
I'm gonna build my house on Jackson Avenue (2)
So I can see everything that my rider do
I laid down last night, I was tryin' to take my rest
I laid down last night, tried to take my rest
Then my mind kept a-ramblin', like the wild geese in the West
I ain't got nobody to talk sweet talk to me (2)
And I ain't got nobody to jump me up and down
I used to have a woman, good as an' in this town (2)
Says, she quit me this mornin', don't want me hangin' around
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