| Well, now it gettin,
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| Late on into the evenin and I feel like, like blowin my home.
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| When I woke up this mornin all I, I had was gone.
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| Now it gettin, Late on into the evenin, man now, I feel like, like blowin my home.
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| Well now, woke up this mornin, all I had was gone.
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| Well, brooks run into the ocean, the ocean run in, into the sea,
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| If I don’t find my baby, somebody gonna sure bury me.
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| Brooks run into the ocean, man, that ole ocean run into the sea,
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| Well now, if I don’t find my baby chile, somebody sure gonna bury me.
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| Well, minutes seemed like hours, an hour don’t it seem like days?
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| Seems like my baby would stop her old evil way,
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| Minutes seemed like hours, an hour seemed like days,
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| Well now, seems like my baby child, whoo-hoo well, child,
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| Would stop her low down ways. |