| Woah, Lord I wish, Lord I wonder what happens
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| Answer’s the nickel, a deep blues sea
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| I tore all the good looking women somewhere
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| Sure enough baby that’s me, 'cause it’s gonna happen
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| Lord my mother, well so as my father
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| About three months long before I was born
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| Said I got a boy child coming
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| Sure enough it gonna be a rolling stone
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| Lord I’m gonna get a rolling stone man
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| Lord I’m broke
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| Lord I’m broke
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| Now I reckon I better do
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| Lord if I clean up little girls
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| Then I go home with you
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| Yeah man I’m gonna walk
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| Woah, Lord it’s true, two things running
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| Lord I believe you’re the worst child in my way
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| We’re gonna watch them run at midnight
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| But the one that’s running just gonna lie dead
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| Lord she’s lone yeah and she’s tall
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| Lord she weeps like a banshee
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| Lord the folks they say she’s no good
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| But she’s all right with me, 'cause I’ll be right there
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| Woah, ho, ho
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| Somebody help me, help me, I always lose
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| Lord see if the girl don’t love the man you know
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| That’s when I do the voodoos
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| Ah, don’t make you hurt honey |