| Oh, you poor, broke, mixed up, mess of a heart
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| Yeah, a little, bitty woman gonna tear you all apart
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| I warned you a thousand times
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| But you wouldn’t listen nor pay me no mind
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| You poor, broke, mixed up, mess of a heart
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| Yeah, I watched her buy her tickets in Charlotte, North Carolina
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| And I heard her say, «One-way, please, to Denver»
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| She’s goin' to meet that other guy and it won’t do us no good to cry
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| 'Cause she’s wearin' his ring on her finger
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| Oh, you poor, broke, mixed up, mess of a heart
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| Yeah, a little, bitty woman gonna tear you all apart
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| Yeah, I warned you a thousand times
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| But you wouldn’t listen nor pay me no mind
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| You poor, broke, mixed up, mess of a heart
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| Well, I watched her tip the porter
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| As she stepped aboard that midnight train bound to take her faraway forever
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| I watched the tail light fade away knowing she was goin' to stray
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| And I wish this broken heart was leavin' with her
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| Oh, you poor, broke, mixed up, mess of a heart
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| Yeah, a little, bitty woman gonna tear you all apart
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| I warned you a thousand times
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| But you wouldn’t listen nor pay me no mind
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| You poor, broke, mixed up, mess of a heart
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| You poor, broke, mixed up, mess of a heart |