| Now everybody that knows me
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| Knows just the way I feel
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| When my baby ain’t around
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| I’ve lots of time to kill
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| But I ain’t into playin', no sir!
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| I don’t run around
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| But I’ll be awful lonesome
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| 'Til my Sugar’s back in town
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| 'Cause it ain’t nobody’s blues but my own
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| When my gals gone
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| They come around
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| Until she comes back home
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| The worst kinda heartache that I know
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| Yeah, they’re ain’t nobody’s blues but my own
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| (take it away, brother)
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| Well there’s lots of pretty women
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| But only one can have a heart
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| Brother when she ain’t around
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| My world just falls apart
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| But accordin' to my schedule
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| She’s gonna be back soon
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| For tonight I’ll sleep out on the porch
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| Underneath that lonesome moon
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| (repeat chorus)
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| (tear it up, yeah)
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| And you can have your cheap motels
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| And runnin' around of late
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| Livin' in that kinda place
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| Is love at second rate
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| I’ve got myself a fine gal
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| And together we’ll go far
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| And if I mean the world to her
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| Then she’s my lucky star
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| (repeat chorus x2)
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| (Yeah ha!) |