| I got a gal who lives on the wrong side of town
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| I know what I want and man you know, I sure know how
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| It’s the other side another place
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| I like it there no accountin' for taste
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| I can’t think of nothin' when I’m with her
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| But the rain and the wind and the cemetery dirt
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| Went down to the cemetery lookin' for love
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| Got there and my baby was buried
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| I had to dig her up
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| Went down to the cemetery lookin' for love
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| Got there and my baby was buried
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| I had to dig her up
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| 18, 000 miles across nowhere land
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| I’m scratchin' and I’m spittin', ain’t nobody listenin'
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| Things are kind of gettin' out of hand
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| There’s only one point that I’d like to make
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| These kinds of things deteriorate
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| Well, it’s the gospel truth man
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| That she’s embalmed in love juice
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| Went down to the cemetery lookin' for love
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| Got there and my baby was buried
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| I had to dig her up, yeah
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| Went down to the cemetery lookin' for love
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| Got there and my baby was buried
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| I had to dig her up
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| Went down to the cemetery lookin' for love
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| Got there and my baby was buried
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| I had to dig her up
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| Went down to the cemetery lookin' for love
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| Got there and my baby was buried
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| I had to dig her up
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| Went down to the cemetery
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| Went down to the cemetery
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| Went down to the cemetery
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| Went down to the cemetery |