| Well, I’m just settin' here thinkin'
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| Know if I goin' on back down south, again
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| Yes, I’m settin' here thinkin' babe-eee-e
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| Know I’m goin' back down south, again
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| Boys, an I won’t call you up in Chicago
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| My clothes won’t even fits this north wind
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| Oh, just a sad word my baby said
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| Well, she didn’t want me no more
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| Yes, it’s a sad word my baby said
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| Well, she didn’t want me no more
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| Lord, I’m goin' back down south
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| Babe, where that weather fit my own clothes
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| 'Play it one time, Boy'
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| 'Get it on, I said'
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| (Instrumental & harmonica)
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| Well, I cried last night, baby
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| Cried all night befo' oor
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| Well, I cried last night, mama wee-ooo-e
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| Well, I cried all night befo'-oor
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| Well, I must stop my way a-livin'
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| Yes man, I won’t have to cry no mo'
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| Lordy, now another woman
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| Well, would throw my cap outdo’s
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| 'Play it a while boys'
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| Yes, an now another woman
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| Yeah, would throw my cap outdo'
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| Well, I’m goin' back down south
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| Eee-well-well, when the weather fit my clothes. |