| Now an' I’m goin' back down South
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| Man, where the weather suits my clothes
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| Now, I done fooled around in Chicago
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| Yank, I done almost froze
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| Now, that I done fooled around in Chicago
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| Lord, I done almost froze
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| Lord, my baby, my baby
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| She don’t treat me good no mo'
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| Now, I know the reason she don’t love me
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| She’s wild about Mr. So an' So
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| Now I know the reason she don’t love me
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| She’s wild about Mr. So an' So
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| Now an' I know my baby
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| N' I know, Miss Lacey, wanna see me now
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| Because my baby she didn’t want me
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| To come way back up here, no how
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| Lord, my baby she didn’t want me
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| To come way back up here, no how |