| I was born in Louisiana, I was raised in Algiers
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| And everywhere I been, the peoples all say
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| Ain’t nothing in rambling either running around
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| Well, I believe I’ll marry, o Lord, and settle down
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| I first left home, I stopped in Tennessee
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| The peoples all begging, «Come and stay with me»
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| 'Cause ain’t nothing in rambling, either running around
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| Well, I believe I’ll get me a good man, o Lord, and settle down
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| I was walking through the alley with my hand in my coat
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| The police start to shoot me, thought it was something I stole
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| You know it ain’t nothing in rambling, either running around
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| Well, I believe I’ll marry, o Lord, and settle down
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| The peoples on the highway is walking and crying
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| Some is starving, some is dying
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| You know it ain’t nothing in rambling, either running around
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| Well, I believe I’ll get a good man, o Lord, and settle down
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| You may go to Hollywood and try to get on screen
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| But I’m gonna stay right here and eat these old charity beans
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| 'Cause it ain’t nothing in rambling, either running around
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| Well, I believe I’ll marry, o Lord, and settle down |