| Well, I 6;'ve been thinking, I 6;'ve been thinking
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| 'Bout some women that I know
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| Some believe me and some deceive me And some I wish, I' 6;d never seen at all
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| Where will you go now? |
| Where will you go now?
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| Where will you wander? |
| Where will you roam?
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| Where will you go when the sun goes sinkin 6;'
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| And the morning brings a new day to be born?
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| Well, I can' 6;t tell you, I can' 6;t tell you
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| Which train I 6;'m riding, which plane I 6;'m on But I can tell you, yes, I can tell you
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| I' 6;m standing right where I belong
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| When I die, Lord, when I die, Lord
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| Lay me somewhere soft and deep
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| Tell my babies not to cry, no For I ain' 6;t gone, I 6;'m just fast asleep
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| I know a man, Lord, I know a man, Lord
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| He had no baby to call his own
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| He had nothing but he had everything
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| He had the world to call his home |