| My feets is so sore, can’t hardly wear ma shoes
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| My feets is so sore, can’t hardly wear ma shoes
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| Out last night with wild women and it left me with those big night blues
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| I grabbed ma sugar an' I danced sweet mama till the clock struck twelve
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| I grabbed ma sugar an' I danced sweet mama till the clock struck twelve
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| I had to wrestle so hard with my good gal, an' I ain’t feelin' so well
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| I’m going back to that wild party, get with the wild women again
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| I’m going back to that wild party, get with the wild women again
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| Well I ain’t goin' leave home, till I have me a quart of gin
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| Wild women likes their liquor, their gin and their rock-and-rye
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| Wild women likes their liquor, their gin and their rock-and-rye
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| My gal wouldn’t let me go home last night, wouldn’t tell me the reason why
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| Turned my face to the walls and my baby made an awful moan
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| Mmm, my baby made an awful moan
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| Well, I needs my daddy, 'cause my clock is run down at home |