| I woke up this mornin' in a terrible mood
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| Now you talk about a woman treatin' a good man rude
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| She had me talkin' to myself gazin' at that mean ol' wall
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| She had another daddy waitin' 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 timin' woman with a heart of solid stone
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| She tells me that she loves me but her heart’s a little under grown
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| Well, she said she’d never leave me but she 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 ol' way
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| And I hope she keeps a driftin' rolls along back home someday
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| 'Cause if I ever find her, gonna chain her to the floor
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| And tell her, «Now sit there, woman, you ain’t leavin' no more
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| I’m gonna tame your mama till you’re eatin' from my hand
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| It’s not that I don’t love you, honey, it’s just to make you understand»
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| Yes, I woke up this mornin' in a terrible mood
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| You talk about a woman treatin' a good man rude
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| She had me talkin' to myself gazin' at that mean ol' wall
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| She had another daddy waitin' down at the end of the hall |