| Lost my job, no chance of redemption
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| Got no my cash, no motivation
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| Lost my head in a brokedown Shirley Shack
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| My lady got me, and she ain’t coming back
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| I’m so broke down, searching for a way
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| And I’m still waiting for my baby to come back home
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| Now I’m here with all these problems
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| And only my girl could help me solve them
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| She drives me out, with all that laughing
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| All her friends say she still would have me
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| I go back home, she won’t stop complaining
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| She won’t cook no grub, won’t do no painting
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| Won’t clean my house, won’t make no sugar shoe
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| She’s looking at me, saying, «What's the matter with you?»
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| I was so broke down, searching for a way
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| Now I’m still waiting for my baby to leave me good |