| My baby’s gone
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| and I’m almost in my grave
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| But for your love
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| good gal I will be you slave
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| My baby left me
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| says she didn’t mean me no good
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| And that’s the reason why
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| I’m moving on back to the woods
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| My baby left me
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| she didn’t even say goodbye
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| Says I’m drinking real good whiskey
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| that’s the reason I did not *inquire why*
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| My baby’s gone
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| says I ain’t even worried at all
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| Before she even left me
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| says she riding that Cannonball
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| Mmm
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| Lordy Lordy Lordy Lord
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| Says my good gal she’s gone
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| she didn’t mean me no good at all |