Miss Glory Bee, Miss Glory Bee, yeah
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You know somebody been talkin' 'bout me
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Whoa, Miss Glory Bee, Miss Glory Bee
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You know somebody been tellin' 'bout poor me
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You know why they wanna do poor Lightenin' so bad
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Take God up in heaven to see
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Glory, you know I try to treat everybody right
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My doorbell start to ringin' early in the mornin'
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And, it rings all night
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Something’s wrong, something wrong, Lightenin'
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When it won’t be a thing I done
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Yeah, but that’s alright, I want you to remember
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I’m my moms seventh son
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They can’t hurt me too bad
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Mmmmm, I be hollerin', oh, yeah, Glory Bee
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Glory Bee will you please come back to me
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You know I been hollerin': «Please, ma’am, please ma’am
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Glory Bee
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Glory Bee, will you please come back to me
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You know if I’d been a bad man, Glory
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Ol' Lightenin' didn’t intend to be»
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Well, she’s my baby regardless of where she come from
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Glory Bee, oh, Glory Bee
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Glory Bee, oh, Glory Bee
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Now, don’t you hear me callin' |