Hard luck poppa counting his toes. You can smell his feet wherever he goes. Lord, lord, got those Brown's Ferry Blues. Hard luck poppa don't do his stiff.
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(break). . I asked my love to take a walk. Just a little ways with me. And as we walked and we would talk. All about our weddingday. . (chorus). Darling say that you'll be mine.
I only want to say. That if there is a way. I want my baby back with me. 'cause he's my true love. my only one don't you see?. . And on that fateful day.
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It's Saturday night. You check the TV guide. And pray the black and white. Can keep you satisfied. . She had yellow hair. She had high-heel shoes. She red the whole affair.
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On liquor I spent my last dime. . Sunday mornin', eight a.m.. Just cursin' myself again. Drinkin' like each one might be my last. Blurred memories of makin' toasts.