| Well I ain’t goin' back to that Red Cross store no more
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| Well I ain’t goin' back to that Red Cross store no more
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| Lord I went to the merchant, asked him for some meal
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| Lord, you go away from here now boy, you got boll weevils in your brain
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| Lord I ain’t goin' back to that Red Cross store no more
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| Lord I ain’t goin' back to that Red Cross store no more
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| No sugar for my coffee, no flour for my bread
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| Red Cross store wen’t help me fix my ailing head
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| I was on the floor a bleendin' I almost cought my death
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| No Red Cross store gonna save my life when I’m down to my last breath
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| Well I ain’t goin' back to that Red Cross store no more
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| Lord I ain’t goin' back to that Red Cross store no more
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| Don’t talk to me 'bout no war, if you can’t tell me what I’m fighting for
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| I would go all the way to hell, before I give my Soul to that Red Cross store
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| Lord I ain’t goin' back to that Red Cross store no more
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| Lord I ain’t goin' back to that Red Cross store no more
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| I told you once, I told you twice, a thousand times before
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| If I could get a job, I wouldn’t go to that store no more
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| Lord I ain’t goin' back to that Red Cross store no more
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| Lord I ain’t goin' back to that Red Cross store no more |