| Now you can mistreat me here
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| But you can’t when I go home
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| You can mistreat me here
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| But you can’t when I go home
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| 'Cause I got someone there
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| Will really make you leave me alone
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| Now I give you all my money, baby
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| What mo' can a po' man do?
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| Give you all my money, hoo ooh
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| What mo' can a po' man do?
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| You’s a sweet little girl
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| Baby, but you won’t be true
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| Now I done tol' you once, now baby
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| And I don’t wanna have to tell you no mo'
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| Take your time now, play it right for you over in Chicago
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| I done tol' you, I don’t wanna tell you no mo'
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| Tell me what?
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| You can get all a my lovin' if you let that black man go
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| Play that boss man
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Now my mama tol' me
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| And my papa startin' cryin'
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| My mama tol' me
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| And my papa he startin' cry
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| What he said?
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| Said, «Son, you’re too young a man
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| To have them many women yourself»
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| I looked at my mama an' papa, now
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| Now an' I never cracked a smile
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| Yes, yes, yes, yes
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| Looked at my mama an' papa
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| An' I never cracked a smile
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| What about it?
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| I said, «The little women I got kill me
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| Mama, Lord, I don’t mind dyin'»
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| Dee da, be ba, ba ba ba |