| I woke up this morning in a terrible mood
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| Now you talk about a woman treating a good man rude
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| She had me talking to myself, gazing at that mean ol' wall
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| She had another daddy waiting down at the end of the hall
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| She changes with the weather like the leaves I recall
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| She blossoms in the spring but then she’s gone in the fall
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| A two timing woman with a heart of solid stone
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| She tells me that she loves me but her heart’s a little undergrown
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| Well, she said she’d never leave me but she’d got the urge to roam
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| She drifts around the country like a steamboat on a foam
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| She never changes course, she just goes along that same old way
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| And I hope she keeps a drifting rolls along back home someday
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| Because if I ever find her going to chain her to the floor
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| And tell her Now sit there woman you ain’t leaving no more
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| I’m going to tame you mama untill you’re eating from my hand
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| It’s not that I don’t love you honey it’s just to make you understand |