| See me reelin' this rockin',
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| drunk as I can be
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| man I love tryin' to make a fool out of me
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| I’m leaving this morning,
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| I’m leaving this morning,
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| I’m leaving, tryin' to find a man of my own.
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| When I get through drinking,
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| gon' buy a Gatlin gun
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| find my man,
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| he better hitch up and run
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| well I’m leaving this morning,
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| I’m leaving this morning
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| I’m going to Kansas City to bring Jim Jackson home.
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| I give him all my money,
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| treat him nice as I can
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| he got another woman,
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| wait till I find my man
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| Lord, I’m leaving this morning,
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| I’m leaving this morning
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| I’m leaving, trying to find a man of my own
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| I went up Eighteenth Street,
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| found out where the other woman stayed
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| change my man of his triflin' ways
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| I’m leaving this morning,
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| I’m leaving this morning.
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| I’m leaving, trying to find a man of my own.
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| I walked down the street,
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| didn’t have on no hat
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| asking everybody I meet where my sweet babe is at
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| I’m leaving this morning,
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| I’m leaving this morning
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| I’m going to Kansas City to bring Jim Jackson home. |