| Well I’m goin' away to leave
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| Won’t be back no more
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| Goin' back down south, child
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| Don’t you want to go?
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| Woman I’m troubled, I be all worried in mind
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| Well baby I just can’t be satisfied
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| And I just can’t keep from cryin'
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| Well I feel like snappin'
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| Pistol in your face
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| I’m gonna let some graveyard
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| Lord be your resting place
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| Woman I’m troubled, I be all worried in mind
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| Well baby I can never be satisfied
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| And I just can’t keep from cryin'
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| Well now all in my sleep
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| Hear my doorbell ring
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| Looking for my baby
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| I couldn’t see not a doggone thing
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| Woman I was troubled, I was all worried in mind
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| Well honey I could never be satisfied
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| And I just couldn’t keep from cryin'
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| Well I know my little old baby
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| She gonna jump and shout
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| That old train be late man, Lord
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| And I come walking out
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| I be troubled, I be all worried in mind
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| Well honey ain’t no way in the world could we be satisfied
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| And I just can’t keep from crying |