| Greensboro woman, don’t you smile on me
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| I do not feel like being comforted
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| And anyway I’ll be home soon
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| For once there’s someone waiting there
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| And if you don’t mind, I’ll just think on her instead
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| Your face, she’s a picture, babe
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| Pictures ain’t what I crave
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| I do not feel this way most generally
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| I just put a thousand miles
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| Between me and where my thoughts do lie
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| And I’d thank you kindly, babe, if you kindly let me be
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| Your car, she’s smooth and fast
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| Babe, your bourbon’s fine
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| But I ain’t feeling free and clear today
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| Texas loving laying on my mind
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| I couldn’t do you right, babe
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| Spinning around this way
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| So Greensboro woman, don’t you smile on me
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| I do not feel like being comforted
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| And anyway I’ll be home soon
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| For once there’s someone waiting there
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| And if you don’t mind, I’ll just think on her instead |