| I ain’t got no honey baby now
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| Well I guess he didn’t love me anyhow
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| Oh oh me, oh oh my
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| I ain’t got no honey baby now
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| Well he left me on that early morning train
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| Well I guess I’ll never see that man again
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| Oh oh me, oh oh my
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| I ain’t got no honey baby now
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| (Dolio the Sleuth)
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| Honey babe, sorry that I’ve gotta leave
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| But I still got love for you gotta believe
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| The universe’s got a whole lot of tricks up her sleeve
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| Gotta get out o' Dodge gotta hop on my steed and head out
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| Green pastures await- off to stack cake 'fore it gets too late
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| Wish I could stay, right now I must skate- but I’mo hit you up when he pressure
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| abates
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| I’m on a mission to set a stake, trying to get my taste of the piece of the cake
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| I’m on the grind got this paper to chase
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| Before the law catches on gotta my my escape
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| I ain’t trying to see my last days in the pokey
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| Or in a standoff with them pigs trying to smoke me
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| If only I had a way to tell you then you won’t be
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| Crying in the night worried sick all lonely
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| (Brandi Hart)
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| I ain’t got no honey baby now
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| Ooh I guess he didn’t love me anyhow
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| Oh oh me, oh oh my
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| I ain’t got no honey baby now
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| Now good boy, you ain’t no friend of mine
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| Ooh my honey babe done rambled done the line
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| Oh oh me, oh oh my
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| I ain’t got no honey baby now
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| (Dolio the Sleuth)
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| So what you me shorty you ain’t got a honey babe?
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| When I’ve got so many things that I want to say
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| Caught up in a dirty game that I’ve got to play
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| 'till the treasures of the world 'r right in front of me
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| So honey child I’mo tell you how it’s gonna be
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| Don’t be afraid girl I’m really trying to turn a page
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| Wish that I could see your face in the sun o' day
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| Too bad that I stay on the lam like a runaway
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| If I could I’d take it all back with no delay
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| Keep you closer than a moth to a burning flame
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| Had it made till I went and threw it all away
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| Packed up my things and hit the first train to Monterrey
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| Let it pass moving fast in the other lane
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| Out of my grasp till I vanished without a trace
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| A sad picture, even in another frame
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| If I ever come back then I’m gonna stay
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| (Brandi Hart)
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| I ain’t got no honey baby now
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| Well I guess he didn’t love me anyhow
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| Oh oh me, oh oh my
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| I ain’t got no honey baby now
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| I’ll See you when your troubles are like mine
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| When you ain’t got a nickel or a dime
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| Oh oh me, oh oh my
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| I ain’t got no honey baby now
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| I ain’t got no honey baby now
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| Ooh I guess he didn’t love me anyhow
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| Oh oh me, oh oh my
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| I ain’t got no honey baby now
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| I ain’t got no honey baby now
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| Ooh I ain’t got no honey baby now |