| Oh, my baby, just about good huggin' size
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| Oh, my babe, just about good huggin' size
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| Lord, if anybody was to take her
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| I believe to my soul, I’d die
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| Lord, I try to give that little woman
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| Everything that she tells me she need
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| Try to give that little woman
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| Everything that she tells me she need
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| But she would hold her a conversation
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| Every lowdown dirty man she meet
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| That little woman, she won’t wash not nothin'
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| No, she won’t even iron my clothes, lord have mercy, now
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| That little woman, she won’t even wash nothin'
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| She won’t even iron me no clothes
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| She won’t do nothin' I’d tell her
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| But keep them big feets in the road
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| I ain't gon' tell you, baby, about the way you do I ain't gon' tell you, mama, 'bout the way you do But I swear the way you do, it keeps on worryin' me I used to |
| have a woman now, now
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| And she go’d down in this white man’s town
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| I used to have a woman, just as go down in this town
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| But I caught her two-timin' me And I swear, turn her damper down |