| A princess dressed in dirty rags
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| Pretty dresses on her back she never had
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| Folks say she don’t know right from wrong
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| But to me her smile lights up the dawn
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| Oh lazy Susan
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| Won’t you come on home to me
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| Lazy Susan
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| Won’t you keep my company
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| Lazy Susan
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| Won’t you come on home with me
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| Yeah
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| Her Daddy died when she was born
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| Her Momma works the mill the whole day long
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| But lazy Susan never worked to live
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| She just sings her songs strummin' with her guitar pick
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| Oh lazy Susan
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| Won’t you sing your songs for me
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| Lazy Susan
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| Girl we could sing in harmony
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| Lazy Susan
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| Oh won’t you come on home with me
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| Well well well
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| Some day I’m gonna make her mine
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| Gonna change her rags to silk
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| Make her look like a lady refined
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| I won’t let 'em laugh at her no more
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| Gonna make people look at her
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| Like they never did before
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| Oh lazy Susan
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| I know you wanna live there
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| 'Cause you ain’t been goin' nowhere
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| I know your Momma and your Daddy both don’t know
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| Yeah
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| Oh
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| It may get late
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| Girl 'cause you’re moving slow
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| But I know
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| Real good lovin'
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| Can rearrange your life
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| And when we get it together girl
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| You can be my wife
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| Y’see I got this forty acres
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| Down by the Johnson’s creek
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| I done bought me a brand new tractor
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| And we can grow all the food we need
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| I never done been, but we’re goin' to Memphis City
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| And you could buy colored dresses
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| And make yourself look real pretty
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| I can tell
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| No you’re not lazy
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| The folks just don’t know
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| You like to take life real slow baby |