| Early in the morning she’ll be leaving
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| To visit with her mother for a spell
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| But I know that really ain’t the reason
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| 'Cause I know what she’s doing all too well
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| She says she don’t know how long she’s stayin'
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| Since she ain’t seen her mother for so long
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| What she really means but isn’t sayin'
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| Is she means to get the feel of bein' gone
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| She would never up and leave me
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| Unless she knew that it was really dead
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| But she ain’t got no way knowin'
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| 'Til she puts me and leavin' to the test
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| She’s just got to know for certain
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| What it’s like to live away from me
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| But I’m so afraid I’m gonna lose her
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| When she gets the taste of being free
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| I know that I’d be wrong to try and stop her
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| There’s nothing I can do but play along
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| And get used to the feel of bein' lonesome
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| In case she likes the feel of being gone |