| Oh sweet Jesus, I don’t know what to do
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| I got a long-legged woman but she’s in love with you
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| I’m her man, but she don’t treat me right
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| I bring her daisies every morning, roses every night
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| But she tells me they’re the gift of God and I ain’t got the right
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| I’m her man, but I ain’t her Lord
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| Well you know I like whiskey, crazy about my gin
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| Well she told me to quit my low-down ways or she’d quit me like the wind
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| I’m her man, I do what she says
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| But one more trip downtown, you know, I gotta wet my lip
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| But Jesus went and told on me, I can’t get a sip
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| I’m her man, I quit right away
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| So she took me to church last Sunday… God knows what for
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| I had to watch for three long hours while she made love to the Lord
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| I’m her man, but she don’t know me no more
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| Well I can’t heal no sick, and I can’t sight no blind
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| But I can rip guitar like a holy ghost and she told her I ain’t lyin'
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| She got her love, and the devil’s mine
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| Oh Sweet Jesus, I found out what to do
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| You’ve been messin' with my woman, gonna put my gun on you
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| I’m her man, and her savior too |