| I would not -- black woman, tell you the reason why
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| (Why?)
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| Black woman’s evil, do things on the sly
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| (No!)
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| You look for your supper to be good and hot
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| (Uh-huh!)
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| She’ll never put a neck-bone in the pot
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| She’s on the road again, just as sure as you’re born
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| Lord, a natural-born eastman on the road again
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| She’s on the road again
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| Lord, a natural-born eastman on the road again
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| I went to my window. |
| My window was propped
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| I went to my door. |
| My door was locked
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| I stepped right back. |
| I shook my head
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| A big black nigga in my folding bed
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| I shot through the window. |
| I broke the glass
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| I never seen a little nigga run so fast
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| He’s on the road again
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| Lord, a natural-born eastman on the road again
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| He’s on the road again
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| Lord, a natural-born eastman on the road again
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| Your friend come to your house, while passing, to rest his hat
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| (Yeah)
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| The next thing he want to know where’s your husband at
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| She says, «I don’t know. |
| He’s on his way to the pen
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| «Come on, mama, let’s get on the road again
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| He’s on the road again
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| Lord, a natural-born eastman on the road again
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| He’s on the road again
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| Lord, a natural-born eastman on the road again
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| Come on, mama, on the road again |