| Yes, I’m sitting on this old stump babe, got a worried mind
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| Yes, I’m sitting on this stump baby, I’ve got a worried mind
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| Yeah I’m gunna find my baby, Lord I lose my life of trying
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| Yeah I shot five dollars, caught a point black nine
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| Yes, I shot five dollars, even caught a point black nine
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| Yeah I stopped that six bar baby, and that tre come flying
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| Yeah, I hear my hamstring a-popping and my collar crying
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| Lord, I hear my hamstring a-popping and I hear my collar crying
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| Now I can not stay a-happy, Lord, when my baby’s down the line
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| Yeah, you never get to do me like you did my buddy Shine
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| No, you’ll never get to do me like you done my buddy Shine
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| You know you worked him down the levee until he went real stone blind |