| I b’lieve my ol' lady she done found my black cat bone
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| You know, I b’lieve my ol' lady she done found my black cat bone
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| I got a funny feelin' that, uh, somethin’s goin' on wrong
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| Leave home soon in the mornin', she walks the streets ‘til late at night
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| Leave home soon in the mornin', she walks the streets ‘til late at night
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| When she come home in the evenin', don’t do a doggone thing but fight
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| I called the operator, went ridin' around the town
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| Get my business straight, find out what in the world she’s doin' now
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| B’lieve my baby she done found my black cat bone
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| Got a funny feelin' that, uh, somethin’s goin' on wrong
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| You know my woman treats me like I was a doggone slave
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| You know my baby treats me like I was a doggone slave
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| Girl must be tired of livin', gonna put her six feet in her grave
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| Y’know I’m gonna make it up to Memphis, man, and get my hambone boiled
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| Been layin' ‘round here in Leland ‘til my hambone done spoiled
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| Gonna make it to Memphis, man, and get my hambone boiled
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| I done laid around here in Leland, Mississippi ‘til my little hambone done
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| spoiled
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| Man, I b’lieve my ol' lady she done found my black cat bone
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| I b’lieve my baby she done, Lord, found my black cat bone
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| Got a funny feelin' that, uh, somethin’s goin' on wrong |