| Ivy pack up she clothes to leave
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| Because John was down and out
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| All alone he was left to grieve
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| She had a next man in South
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| She said openly
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| I really love you Johnny
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| But you ain’t have no money
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| So what will my future be Even though you love me?
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| We can’t love without money
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| We can’t make love on hungry belly
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| Johhny you’ll be the only one I’m dreaming of You’re my turtle dove
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| But no money no love
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| If you hear how he plead with she to get she to understand
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| Listen, mister, she tell Johnny
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| Leggo me blasted hand
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| And make up your mind
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| We got to break up this lime
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| She said poverty is a crime
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| You got no money
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| Still you tanglin' me all the blinkin' time
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| Gentleman let me tell you plain
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| She say I don’t want to make a scene
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| But if you only touch me again
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| The police will intervene
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| You ain’t got a cent
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| I couldn’t even pay me rent
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| I had to give up me appartment
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| You give me nothing to eat
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| Now you want me to sleep on the pavement?
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| Johhny nearly killed she with blows
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| Poor Ivy bawl like a cow
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| Rip up she wig and he tear down she clothes
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| The South man ain’t want she now
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| Oh, Lord, what a fight
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| They roll until broad daylight
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| Charlotte street was hot that night
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| She get some good lick but she let go kick and some bite
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| — singing — |