| Friday, payday, Lordy got to get away
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| Had it with the wife thing, living on a shoe string
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| What’s a poor girl got to do just to have some fun?
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| All these years without any help
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| Guess what, honey, clothes just don’t wash themselves!
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| Neither do dishes, neither does the bathroom floor
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| So, now if anyone asks, not that they would
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| I’ll be down in Mississippi and up to no good
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| No more, what a bore, had enough, I’m out the door
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| Headed for a breakdown, had it with the small town
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| Gonna call Lisa, gonna call Carla Sue
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| Now we’re gonna let it roll, gonna let it rip
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| Gonna get us a nice room down on the strip
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| Not that we’ll need it, there won’t be any sleepin' tonight
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| So, now if anyone asks, not that they would
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| We’ll be down in Mississippi and up to no good
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| Hammer down, here we go
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| Runnin' for the riverboat
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| All you’re gonna see is asses and elbows
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| Luck’s about to change for these three queens
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| Tired of getting' jokers, deal us up kings
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| Snake eyes, roll the dice, double down and hit me twice
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| Cashin' in the big chips, gonna leave a big tip
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| Hotter than a two dollar pistol, baby, I’m on fire
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| So, now if anyone asks, not that they would
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| I’ll be down in Mississippi and up to no good
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| If anyone asks, not that they would
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| I’ll be down in Mississippi and up to no good |