| Well, my baby left her jinglin' John for foldin' Fred
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| True love never backed up one word that she said
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| That proved to me that a black bear is green when it’s red
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| My baby left her jinglin' John for foldin' Fred.
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| My baby told me, Honey, you’re poor but I love you
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| And you could make me happy just livin' in a little old shack
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| You seemed real happy with my jinglin' John’s pocket money
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| Till the grapevine told her that foldin' Fred was back.
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| Well, my baby left her jinglin' John for foldin' Fred
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| True love never backed up one word that she said
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| That proved to me that a black bear is green when it’s red
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| My baby left her jinglin' John for folddin' Fred
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| Now her love was sweeter than a great big watermelon
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| And love was fifty-fifty right done the middle of the line
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| I’d a-been better off if I’d never of tasted her lovin'
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| She took the heart from a melon and left me nothin' but the rhine.
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| Well, my baby left her jinglin' John for foldin' Fred
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| True love never backed up one word that she said
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| That proved to me that a black bear is green when it’s red
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| My baby left her jinglin' John for folddin' Fred.
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| Well, my baby left her jinglin' John for foldin' Fred |