| When this world is so crooked
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| I just don’t know what to do
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| When this world is so crooked
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| I just don’t know what to do
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| And if you try to hold up yo' hands
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| Everybody will be down on you
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| I got some friends who are deceitful
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| And they don’t mean me no good
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| I got some friends who are deceitful
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| And they don’t mean me no good
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| Well, they would set a fire to me
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| And burn me up if they could
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| Well, I don’t bother, nobody
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| Wonder why they pick at poor me?
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| I don’t bother, nobody
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| Wonder why they pick at poor me?
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| Look like they’d rather see my body
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| Drifting in the deep blue sea
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| They have ate at my table
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| Even slept in my bed
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| They have ate at my table, woo
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| They have even slept in my bed
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| And they were jealous and deceitful
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| Wishin' that I was dead
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| So I ain’t-a callin' no names
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| So I have no blame to bear
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| So I ain’t-a callin' no names
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| So I have no blame to bear
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| But I know 'em when I see 'em
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| You can bet your life on that |