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Whoo, well, I got a little woman in Pinebluff, Arkansas
She was the sweetest little woman that your men most ever saw
Gonna get up in the mornin', baby, with the risin' sun
Whoo well, in the mornin', baby, with the risin' sun
If this train don't run, gonna be some walkin' done
My baby she's callin' me, she called me up on the phone
Whoo well, she's callin' me, she called me up on the phone
She said, Daddy,
daddy,
I
don't jive, come on hurry home"
Oh well, she says, "Tired of goin
to
bed
and
moan
She said, I
aint had no lovin,
daddy,
daddy,
since
that
you
been
gone
Well, she says, Im tired, daddy, singin
to
you
lonesome
songs
She says, I
aint even here, daddy, I aint
even
here
anymore
Oh, well, she says, I'm tired a-hearing
my
bedsprings
groan
She said, I
declare
if
you
want
me,
daddy,
you
better
hurry
on
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