| You had nothin' when I met you, baby
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| But look what you’ve got now
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| Sometimes I wonder did I made a mistake
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| When I brought you from the South
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| But I’m gonna send you back to Georgia
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| Girl, that’s where you belong
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| You done got in the big city
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| You done started doin' me wrong
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| Your mama and your daddy, they told me, baby
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| That I could bring you from the south
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| They brought you to the city
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| When you were just a child
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| And the bright lights drove ou wild
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| I’m gonna send you back to Georgia
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| Girl because you don’t know a thing
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| Now, when I first, I met you, baby
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| You couldn’t even read or write your name
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| You sure was dumb
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| You run the streets with your bald head
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| Tryin' to play the high class game
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| You’d run those streets on both day and night
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| You don’t have pocket change
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| But I’m gonna send you back to Georgia
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| Girl before having to use my rod
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| And I can’t understand it baby
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| What is makin' your head so hard |