| Can’t tell my future
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| And I can’t tell my past
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| Can’t tell my future
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| And I can’t tell my past
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| Lord, it seems like every minute
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| Sure gonna be my last
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| The minutes seems like hours
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| And hours seems like days
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| The minutes seems like hours
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| And hours seems like days
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| And it seems like my woman
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| Outta stop her low down ways
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| The woman I love now
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| She’s five feet from the ground
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| I said, the woman I love now
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| Lordy, five feet from the ground
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| And she’s tailor made
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| And ain’t no hand me down
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| Lord, and I got a woman now
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| Lordy, she’s lightnin when she
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| Lightnin' when she, lightnin' smile
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| I say, I got a woman
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| Lord, and she’s lightnin when she smiles
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| Five feet and four inches
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| And she’s damn good lookin' size
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| Well, I know you see that picture
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| Now, Lordy, up on your mother’s
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| Up on your mother’s, mama’s shelf
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| I know you see that picture now
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| Up on your mother’s shelf
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| Well, you know bout that
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| I’m gettin' tired of sleeping by myself
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| And it’s T for Texas
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| Now, it’s T for Tennessee
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| And it’s T for Texas
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| Now, it’s T for Tennessee
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| Lord, bless that woman
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| That put that thing on me |