| You wake up warm from a summer sleep
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| But those city women get-a up and turn-a on the heat
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| They just don’t know when to let a man be
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| Those city women are gonna be the death of me
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| Now you work all day, and you sweat real hard
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| But you never earn enough-a for-a them at or on your job
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| So they want you to go out and rob
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| Those city women are gonna be the death of me
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| City women gonna be the death of me, yeah
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| You know they’re just not happy 'til they see you in misery
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| So you buy a gun one rainy day
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| You meet a man-a in an alley and you try to make him pay
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| But when he tries to run away
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| Those city women are gonna be the death of me
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| Now here I am sittin' in the jail
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| Warden’s gonna come for me 3 o’clock without fail
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| All because my woman left town with my bail
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| Those city women are gonna be the death of me
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| City women gonna be the death of me, yeah
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| You know they’re just not happy 'til they see you in misery
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| They’ll be the death of me |