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I was over in Aberdeen,
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on my way to New Orleans
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I was over in Aberdeen,
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on my way to New Orleans
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Well them Aberdeen women told me,
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they would give me my gasoline
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Aberdeen is my home,
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but they just don't want me around
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Aberdeen is my home,
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but they just don't want me around
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I'm gonna take these women,
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take them out this town
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Well just look over yonder,
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coming down the road
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Well just look over yonder,
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coming down the road
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That must be my baby coming,
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tell me she don't want me no more
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Well there's too many women,
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I ain't never seen
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Well there's too many women,
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I ain't never seen
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I bring too many women,
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back from New Orleans
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I was standin' 'round cryin',
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with my heart right in my hand
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I was standin' 'round cryin',
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with my heart right in my hand
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I was lookin' for that woman,
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one ain't got no man
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Well just look over yonder,
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where we used to live
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Well just look over yonder,
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where we used to live
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Don't you know it's killing me baby,
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how we can't live here no more
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Well it's goodbye baby,
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If I'm never gonna see you no more
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Well it's goodbye baby,
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if I'm never gonna see you no more
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I'm gonna tell everybody you've been,
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still knockin' at my door
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Aberdeen
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| Bukka White |
