| Hell ain’t got no fury
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| That can match your kind of scorn
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| You’ve got a lot of people
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| Sorta sorry you were born
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| The way you treated Jim. |
| .. yeah
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| Was more than I could understand
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| He took it sittin' down. |
| .. yeah
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| You took it way on out of hand
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| You’re makin' lots of bad news
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| (You're) spreadin' 'round them witch blues
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| When you come walkin' in. .. yeah
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| I look for some good place to hide
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| And if I find there ain’t one
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| I do my best to get outside
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| The first time that I met you
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| You seemed like first-rate company
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| Don’t that only go to show now
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| How wrong a guy can sometimes be?
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| You’re makin' lots of bad news
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| Spreadin' 'round them witch blues
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| You’re makin' lots of bad news
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| Yes, you’re givin' people witch blues
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| (INSTRUMENTAL BREAK)
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| You do not ride a broom, no
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| And you don’t wear a pointed hat
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| But you can turn men into mice. |
| .. yeah
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| You know a lot of tricks like that
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| And then I’ve seen you shatter women
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| Just like plate glass window panes
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| No, I don’t know where you came from
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| But I would bet it’s mighty strange
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| (REPEAT CHORUS #2)
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| Steve Forbert
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| Welk Music (ASCAP)/
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| Rolling Tide Music (ASCAP) |