| You know I remember when I was a younger man used to travel by Greyhound bus.
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| We used to call that ridin' the dog. |
| where you could go from one big city to
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| the next.
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| On your way, sometimes you stop in these little country cafes, where you could
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| get
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| A bite to eat, cut of coffee, do some personal business, and maybe something
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| else
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| Goin' on in there.
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| Well, that’s what this song is about
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| We call this one Serious Doin' Woman, and fellas, she was
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| Sitting in a diner in Georgia, on the highway leading out of town
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| Having me a bowl of red beans and rice and two beers just to wash it on down.
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| It was a hot sultry day as I remember, the sun was relentless at best
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| She walked and upset the place in a plain tight cotton dress
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| She’s a Serious Doin' Woman, She’s a Serious Doin Woman
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| She’s a Serious Doin Woman, do me some serious good
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| She found a seat at the counter, I greeted her with a smile
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| She said I’ll have what he has, that could last me for a good long while
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| She got me so darn nervous, I couldn’t keep a bean on my fork
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| She said, «I don’t know what I really want, I’m just waiting on a bus to New
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| York.»
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| You’re a Serious Doin' Woman, You’re a Serious Doin Woman
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| You’re a Serious Doin Woman, do me some serious good
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| I said, «You look like you are lonely.» |
| She said, «You look like you lonely too
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| Would you like to run together for awhile and leave this mess of blues?»
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| You’re a Serious Doin' Woman, You’re a Serious Doin Woman
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| You’re a Serious Doin Woman, do me some serious good
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| Mmm, well we got on that bus
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| I guess you might be wondering what happened on that bus?
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| Well, that’s for another song, yeah, that’s for another song |