| Jack Dupree — vocal & piano
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| Ennis Lowry — guitar
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| Wendell Marshall — bass, Willie Jones — drums.
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| Well, I can’t kick this habit
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| And this junk is killin' me Yes, I can’t kick this habit
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| And this junk is killin' me Ever since I started this habit
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| Ev’rything’s been down on me
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| I hung around my friends
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| And smoked reefer
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| And I thought I was doin', alright
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| Yes, I hung around my friends
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| And smoked reefer
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| And I thought, I thought
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| I’s doin', alright
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| Now, I done lost a good woman
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| And I have no place to sleep at night
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| Well, I went to the doctor
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| See could he cure this habit for me Yes, I went to the doctor
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| See could he cure this habit for me He looked at me and shook his head
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| And said this dope is killin' me
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| (Oh, play it for me!)
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| (Oh, yeah!)
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| (guitar, piano & instrumental)
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| 'Yes, I know it’s killin' me'
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| 'I don’t feel good, anyhow'
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| 'I wished I would-a listened
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| To what my mother said'
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| 'She told me that dope wasn’t no good'
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| 'I didn’t pay it no mind
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| I thought I was doin' alright'
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| 'Now, I’m stayin' sick as I could be'
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| It don’t pay, nobody
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| Just to live their life so bad
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| It don’t pay, nobody
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| Hoo-ooo!
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| Just to live, to live their life so bad
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| If you just take it slow and easy
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| Just as long as this habit lasts. |