| The things that I used to do
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| Lord, I won’t do no more
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| The things that I used to do
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| Lord, I won’t do no more
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| I used to sit and hold your hand, baby
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| Cried begging you not to go
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| I would search all night for you, baby
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| Lord, and my search would always end in vain
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| I would search all night for you, baby
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| Lord, and my search would always end in vain
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| But I knew all along, darling
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| That you was hid out with your other man
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| I’m going to send you back to your mother, baby
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| Lord, and I’m going back to my family, too
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| I’m going to send you back to your mother, baby
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| Lord, and I’m going back to my family, too
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| 'Cause nothing I do that please you, Baby
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| Lord, I just can’t get along with you |