| Shakin' like a leaf on a tree,
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| That’s coming loose from the stem
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| Shakin' like a leaf on a tree,
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| Because I’m coming loose from my man!
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| I’m like a weeping willow,
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| Weeping on my pillow,
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| For years and years,
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| There ain’t no sweet man that’s worth the salt of my tears
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| Down and down he dragged me,
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| Like a fiend he nagged me,
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| For years and years,
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| There ain’t no sweet man that’s worth the salt of my tears
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| Although I may be blue,
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| Still, I’m true,
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| I must tell him good-bye!
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| Rather than have that man,
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| Gonna lay me down and just die!
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| So broken-hearted sisters,
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| Aggravating misters, lend me your ears!
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| There ain’t no sweet man that’s worth the salt of my tears
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| Although I may be blue,
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| Still, I’m true,
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| I must tell him good-bye!
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| Rather than have that man,
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| Gonna lay me down and just die!
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| So broken-hearted sisters,
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| Aggravating misters, lend me your ears!
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| There ain’t no sweet man that’s worth the salt of my tears |