| Well, I ack’d a sweet mama
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| Just to let me a-be her kid
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| She said, 'I might get boogered, Sonny
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| An you couldn’t a-keep it hidden'
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| Well, looked at me an she a’gain to smile
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| She said, 'Now, I thought I could use you for my a-man a while
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| Lord, if you just don’t let my, Herman catch ya 'ere!
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| Now, an if ya just don’t let my, Herman catch you here'
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| Well, some said it was degrees
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| Some said it wadn’t, nothin' but disease
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| But whatev’r it is
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| A-slow achin’s killin' people, a-by-n degree
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| I know that this slow-achin' something
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| Murdering people by degrees
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| You know it’s a soberin' thought
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| Killin' you by degree
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| Well, I went upstairs
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| To pack my, a-leavin' trunk
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| An I ain’t never, a-drunk no whiskey
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| Know the blues made me a-sloppy drunk
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| But I ain’t never drunk no whiskey
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| But that old, blue-ooos made me drunk
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| I ain’t never drunk no whiskey
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| Blue-ooos that made me drunk
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| Well, I got somethin' to tell ya, baby
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| I want you to keep it, a-to yourself
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| I don’t want you even, a-tell Mr. So an So
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| He doesn’t wanna know nobody else
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| But I don’t want you to tell any, baby
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| Ple-eease tell nobody else
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| I don’t want you even warnin' yo' baby
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| Tell nobody else |