| You know, I’d rather be the ol' devil
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| Well, I’d rather be the devil
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| Then to be that woman' man
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| You know, rather be the devil
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| Than to be that woman' man
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| You know, I’m so sorry
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| You know, so sorry
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| That I ever fell in love wit' you-ooo-hoo-oo
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| Because you know you don’t treat me
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| Baby, like you used ta do-hoo
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| You know, I laid down last night
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| You know, I laid down last night
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| And I thought to take me some rest
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| But my mind got to rambling
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| Like a wild geese from the west
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| You know the woman that I love
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| The woman that I love
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| I stol’t her from my best friend
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| But you know he done got lucky
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| An he done got her back, again
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| You know, I used to cut your kindleing
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| You know, I used to cut your kindleing
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| Baby, then I made you some fire
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| Then I would tote all your water
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| Way, way, way, from the bogy brier
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| You know, my baby she don’t drink whiskey
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| My baby, she don’t drink no whiskey
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| An I know she ain’t crazy about wine
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| Now, it was nothin' but the ol' devil
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| He done changed my baby’s mind
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| You know, I could be right
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| You know, I could be right
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| Then again, I could be wrong
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| But it was nothin' but the ol' devil
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| He done got my baby
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| Now he done gone. |