| I can see you comin' mama, yes, you’re movin' on down the line.
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| I can see you comin' mama, yes, you’re movin' on down the line.
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| You done have left a thousand men, and they’re all back there cryin'.
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| She’s a high falootin' woman, and she just can’t do no wrong.
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| She’s a high falootin' woman, and she just can’t do no wrong.
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| She’s gonna' cry some day, and I know it can’t be too long.
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| She’s got hips like a honey, and, lord, she can make 'em move.
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| She’s got hips like a honey, and, lord, she can make 'em move.
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| And she’ll do anything, to make you get in her groove.
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| Lord have mercy on you woman, and your wicked soul.
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| Lord have mercy on you woman, and your wicked soul.
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| 'cause that high falootin' woman, gonna' live 'till she’s a hundred years old. |