| I’m going away now, baby, I won’t be back no more
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| Going back down south, child, don’t you want to go?
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| Woman, I’m troubled, worried all in mind
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| I can’t be satisfied but I just can’t keep from crying
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| I feel like snapping my pistol in your face
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| Stone cold graveyard gonna be your resting place
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| Woman, I’m troubled, worried all in my mind
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| Well, I can’t be satisfied but I just can’t keep from crying
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| All in my sleep, hear my doorbell ring
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| Looking for my baby, can’t see no doggone thing
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| Woman I’m troubled, worried all in mind
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| Well, I can’t be satisfied but I just can’t keep from crying
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| Well, I know my baby, she gonna jump and shout
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| That old train be late, man, and I come walking out
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| Woman I’m troubled, worried all in mind
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| Well, I can’t be satisfied but I just can’t keep from crying |