| You said I was your friend, boy
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| A friend you really did like
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| But every time I leave home
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| You bite me in the back
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| That’s why I don’t want you
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| Hanging 'round my home no more
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| Yeah, that’s why I’m tellin' you, buddy
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| Somebody sure has got to go
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| I come home in the evenin'
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| My daily work is done
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| My bed is all torn up
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| And my supper is never done
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| That’s why I don’t want you
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| Hanging 'round my wife no more
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| Yeah, that’s why I’m tellin' you, buddy
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| Somebody sure has got to go
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| You’ve been tellin' everybody
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| That you’re just plain in luck
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| My wife cook m neck bones and beans
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| And sh cook you chicken and duck
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| That’s why I don’t want you
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| Hanging 'round my home no more
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| Yeah, that’s why I’m tellin' you, buddy
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| Somebody sure has got to go |