| So I took one step, two step, three step more
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| Four step, five step out that door
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| I can’t go back and that’s for sure
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| I ain’t a mama’s little baby no more, no more
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| Well, all the streets outside, they lead to Rome
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| And all the roads run past my home
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| (He can’t go back there no more, he ain’t a mama’s little baby and that’s for
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| sure)
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| Oh, well, I drove crazy, I drove her mad
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| She’s the best one I’ll ever have
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| Oh woo, yeah, yeah
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| Well, I can roll tobacco with one hand
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| You play the jukebox like a one man band
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| (He can’t go back there no more, he ain’t a mama’s little baby and that’s for
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| sure)
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| With a rusty string and an old guitar
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| I won’t see much and I won’t get far
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| Oh woo, yeah, yeah
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| She said, «Go, go, go, get out that door»
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| «Go, go, go, get ya', go, go, go, out that door»
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| So I took one step, two step, three step more
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| Four step, five step out that door
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| I can’t go back and that’s for sure
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| I ain’t a mama’s little baby no more, no more
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| Well, I drove her crazy, I drove her mad
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| And she’s the best one I’ll ever have
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| Oh woo, yeah, yeah
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| (He can’t go back no more, no more, he can’t go back no more)
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| Oh, with a rusty string and an old guitar
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| I won’t see much and I won’t get far
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| Oh woo, yeah, yeah
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| Drove her crazy, I drove her mad
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| And she’s the best girl I’ll ever have
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| (He can’t go back there no more, he ain’t a mama’s little baby and that’s for
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| sure)
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| One step, two step, three step more
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| Four step, five step out that door |