| Ain’t that low down, low down dirty mean
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| The way you’ve been treatin' me
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| Beats all I’ve ever seen
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| I loaned you my brand new car
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| Said you was goin' for a Sunday drive
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| Yeah, here it is now four days later
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| I don’t know if you are dead or alive
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| I got on the telephone this morning
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| Put the word out on the street
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| And I heard you was down in Memphis
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| With a big man in the driver’s seat
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| Got me a hidin' in the bushes
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| Peekin' in the window pane
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| Shadow moves along the wall
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| I know you’re in there with another man
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| Tried to get in the front door
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| Went around to the back door too
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| I believe you’ve got a side track man in there
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| Making my sweet love to you
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| Makin' my last proclamation
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| Gonna lay it on the line
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| Baby I’m runnin' out of patience
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| And you are runnin' out of time
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| Tired of all of your mean things
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| And all your dirty tricks
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| If I ever turn on you baby
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| You’re gonna be in some kind of fix
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| Chorus (twice)
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| Yeah so low down, I know, low down dirty mean, ahhhhhh! |