| I got a black widow spider for mama, Lord
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| Got a diamond-backed rattler for pa
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| Well, I got me a woman down in New Orleans
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| Got a friend in Arkansas
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| Got a morning full of make believe
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| Got an evening full of time
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| I’ve got the hands, pretty lady
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| Gonna make you grieve
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| Lovin' gonna make you mine
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| Ain’t never seen your town before
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| And I won’t be back again
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| I need me a place to hide my face
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| From the howlin' of the wind
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| I got the blues sewn into my jacket sleeve
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| Got a goatskin full of wine
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| I got the hands, pretty lady
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| Gonna make you grieve
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| And the lovin' gonna make you mine
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| So light the lantern above your door
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| And hold your curtains wide
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| Take the ribbon from your hair
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| And lay it by your side
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| And I ain’t looking for a lie to believe
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| My own’ll do me fine
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| I got the hands, pretty lady
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| Gonna make you grieve
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| And the lovin' gonna make you mine
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| I got the hands, pretty lady
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| Gonna make you grieve
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| The lovin' gonna make you mine
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| Well, I got the hands, pretty lady
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| Gonna make you grieve
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| The lovin' gonna make you mine
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| Well, I got the hands, pretty lady
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| Gonna make you grieve |