| Woke up this mornin, when chickens was crowin' for day
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| And on the right side of my pillow, my man had gone away
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| By his pillow he left a note
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| Readin' «I m sorry, Jane, you got my goat.»
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| No time to marry, no time to settle down
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| I’m a young woman and I ain’t done runnin' round
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| I’m a young woman and I ain’t done runnin' round
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| Some people call me a hobo, Some call me a bum
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| Nobody knows my name, nobody knows what I’ve done
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| I’m as good as any woman in your town
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| I ain’t gonna marry, ain’t gonna settle down
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| I’m gonna drink good moonshine and run these old gals down
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| See that long lonesome road, lord, you know it’s gotta end
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| And i’m a good, good woman and I can get plenty men |