| I’m going to leave this town
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| And I’m going back down south
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| I’m going to leave this town
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| And I’m going back down south
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| Where the women treat me like a king
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| Eat chicken in every house
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| I drink wine every night
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| And go fishin' everyday
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| I drink wine every night
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| And go fishin' everyday
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| Pray in church on Sunday
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| Go and lay in the sun and play
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| I’m still a backdoor man
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| But I ain’t gonna tote my .44 no more
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| I’m still a backdoor man
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| Ain’t gonna tote my .44 no more
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| I’m still built for comfort
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| And my name reign everywhere I go
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| My name reign in Mississippi
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| Reign in Georgia, too
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| My name reign in Mississippi
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| Alabama and Georgia, too
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| I’m going back down south
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| Where the women sure no what to do
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| I’m going to leave this town
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| And I’m going back down south
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| I’m going to leave this town
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| And I’m going back down south
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| Where the women treat me like a king
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| Eat chicken in every house
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| Hooo, Lawd |