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Can't tell my future : and I can't tell my past
Lord it seems like every minute : sure going to be my last
Oh a minute seems like hours : and hour seems like days
And it seems like my woman : ought to stop her lowdown ways
Oh that woman I love now : she's five feet from the ground
And she's tailor‑made : and ain't no hand‑me‑down
I say that I've got a woman : Lord and she lightning when she smiles
Five feet and four inches : and she's just good hugging size
I know you see that picture : now up on your mother's shelf
Well you know by that : I'm getting tired of sleeping by myself
And it's T for Texas now : and it's T for Tennessee
Lord bless that woman : that put that thing on me
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