| I’m tired Lord and I’m drawn
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| And I’m chilled right to the bone
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| I crawled home from my work
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| And this note said she was gone
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| Said your dinner’s in the cat
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| And your love is out the door
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| I’m goin' back to my momma
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| And I don’t want you no more, no more
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| She said she don’t want me no more
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| She’s gone back to her momma
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| Said she’s never never comin' back no more
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| Now a man can take so much
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| And only heaven knows his limit
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| But a naggin' b****in' woman
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| Digs a hole and puts him in it
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| A sophisticated man
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| Needs a little something on the side
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| So what you don’t get at home
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| You’ve gotta get outside, hey
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| She’s gone
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| I’m spending all of my money
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| She’s gone, gone, gone
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| And I can swing with my honey
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| She’s gone
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| I’m so glad my woman’s gone
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| Now time goes marching on
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| And it won’t wait for you
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| You’ve gotta take it when it’s offered
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| And get it when it’s due
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| Now a man can move much faster
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| Without a millstone around his neck
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| So if you get the chance to lose it
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| You’ve gotta drop it and run like heck, hey
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| She’s gone
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| I’m spending all of my money
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| She’s gone, gone, gone
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| And I can swing with my honey
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| She’s gone
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| I’m so glad my woman’s gone
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| She’s gone
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| I’m spending all of my money
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| She’s gone, gone, gone
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| And I can swing with my honey
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| She’s gone
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| I’m so glad my woman’s gone |