| Carrboro woman, won’t you come with me
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| There’s some place I want to go
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| And I don’t want to go alone
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| But what I want ain’t what I need
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| And something else you ought to know
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| That if you come, you’re on your own
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| I’m no good at riding side by side
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| I travel lean
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| And I will try my best to be
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| To you no burden, weight, or beast
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| I hope it’s clear and that you understand
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| As we take each other’s hands
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| You ain’t my woman
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| And woman, I am not your man
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| I do believe we all belong and everything that’s right and wrong
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| Comes from a light that you can’t see but if you try
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| You can feel it swell and rise slowly reaching out to find you
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| Open the door ain’t nobody yours
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| So there ain’t no reason to run from all you’re losing
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| I came upon a wounded beast
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| She was lying in the sand
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| Her heart held in her hand
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| How do you pretend to try
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| To save a thing that’s meaning to die
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| Do you try or walk on by
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| So Carrboro woman, won’t you walk with me
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| There’s some place I have to go
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| And I don’t want to go alone
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| And if what you want ain’t where I’ll be |
| Then my love I’ll understand
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| You ain’t my woman
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| And woman, I am not your man |