| Baby when I heard those ugly things,
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| That came out of your pretty little mouth,
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| I packed up my beat up suitcase,
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| And took the first train south.
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| But I did not say, no mumbling word.
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| Not a mumbling word, did I say.
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| But I did not say, no mumbling word,
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| I just went on my way, yeah, I went on my way back home.
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| Oh, on my way back home, baby.
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| You see, it doesn’t matter now,
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| What really good it all would do.
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| To chapter and verse those heartaches,
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| That I been hurting over you.
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| But I did not say, no mumbling word.
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| Not a mumbling word, did I say.
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| I did not say, no mumbling word,
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| I just went on my way, yeah, I went on my way back home.
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| Oh, on my way back home, baby.
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| Oh, on my way back home.
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| Baby just wait, wait a little bit now.
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| Oh just wait a little bit honey… |