| Well I had a gal that couldn’t be true
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| Spent all my money and left me so blue
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| Tried to tell her she was doing me wrong
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| Leave ol' daddy-o here oh all alone
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| Someday honey you’ll understand
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| How to appreciate a real true man, yeah!
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| Drinkin' wine
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| A little bourbon too
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| Runnin' round‚ that’s all you ever do
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| Hold my hand‚ say I’m your man
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| I love you baby
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| Can’t you understand?
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| Well I saw you runnin' round the other night
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| Eyes bugged out‚ you looked like sight
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| The guy you was with he looked real mean
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| A kind of fella I’d never seen
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| The lights in the joint were turned down low
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| Heard you whisper «You're my daddy-o», yeah!
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| Drinkin' wine
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| A little bourbon too
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| Runnin' round, that’s all you ever do
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| Hold my hand‚ say I’m your man
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| I love you baby
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| Can’t you understand?
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| Well I sit in the booth real close to you
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| Sipping long and slow on my bottle of brew
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| Jukebox is playing a sad, sad song
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| Entitled «Baby, You’re Doin' Me Wrong»
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| I left the joint walkin' slowly home
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| Heard a voice sayin' «Gal's done wronged»
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| Here she comes a-knockin' on my door
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| See you’ve found me reachin' for my old forty-four‚ yeah!
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| Drinkin' wine
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| A little bourbon too
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| Runnin' round, that’s all you ever do
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| Hold my hand, say I’m your man
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| I love you baby
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| Can’t you understand?
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| Drinkin' wine
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| A little bourbon too
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| Runnin' round, that’s all you ever do
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| Hold my hand, say I’m your man
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| I love you baby
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| Can’t you understand? |