| I’d walk a hundred miles to make it to your door
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| Hoping that you’d let me in, you always did before
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| Out on the highway, thought I’d never catch a ride
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| But I swore when the sun came down I’d be standing by your side
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| Rosalee, child
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| You should’ve been good to me
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| You’re only one who seems to understand
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| Rosalee, child
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| You should’ve been good to me
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| You changed a little boy into a man
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| I met a woman down in Nashville, Tennessee
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| Two-faced city woman never had no use for me
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| I thought I love her now, and know that isn’t true
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| 'Cause every face and place leads back to you
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| Rosalee, child
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| You should’ve been good to me
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| You’re only one who seems to understand
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| Rosalee, child
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| You should’ve been good to me
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| Now I’m coming home to be your man
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| Rosalee, child
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| You should’ve been good to me
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| Rosalee, child
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| You should’ve been good to me
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| Rosalee, child
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| You should’ve been good to me
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| Rosalee, child
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| You should’ve been good to me
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| Rosalee, child
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| You should’ve been good to me
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| Rosalee, child
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| You should’ve been good to me |