| The two room shotgun house
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| The folks could hear her howls
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| The cotton bed sheets blood, my son
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| One less, when it’s all done
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| Love me tender like what keeps you well
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| My voice is back home while I’m in hell
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| Who’s the ol' slew foot who took you from me
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| Cried oh Private Presley, she swayed like the trees
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| The bus line, people shout
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| Reach out with my hand to these sidewalk crowds
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| All of these faces, you can’t see, with me
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| Just wanna go home, my river winds breeze
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| Love me tender like what keeps you well
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| My voice is back home while I’m in hell
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| Who’s the ol' slew foot who took you from me
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| Cried oh Private Presley, she swayed like the trees
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| The Memphis sun still shone
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| Tupelo’s air still filled my lungs
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| Alone except my songs, you’re gone
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| Just bring me with you love
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| Love me tender like what keeps you well
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| My voice is back home while I’m in hell
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| Who’s the ol' slew foot who took you from me
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| Cried oh Private Presley, she sways like the trees |