| Well I’m goin' down south child
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| This weather here’s too cold
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| You know I’m goin' down South child
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| This weather here’s too cold
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| I gotta lay around Chicago I ain’t got change in cold
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| When I woke up this morning and found my baby gone
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| You know I woke up this morning found my baby gone
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| I couldn’t do nothing but bury my head in home
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| Well I was in jail with my back turned to the wall
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| Well I was in jail with my back turned to the wall
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| Now McKinley is in a free world having herself a home
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| When I leave you this morning I’m glad to shake your hand
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| You know I’m leaving this morning I got to shake your hand
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| And I’m going back to my woman you back to your man |