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Oh, yeah
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There¡¯s a Red House over yonder
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That¡¯s where my baby stays
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Lord, there¡¯s a Red House over yonder
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Lord, that¡¯s where my baby stays
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I ain¡¯t been home to see my baby,
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in ninety nine and one half days.
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Wait a minute something¡¯s wrong here
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The key won¡¯t unlock this door.
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Wait a minute something¡¯s wrong
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Lord, have mercy, this key won¡¯t unlock this door,
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something¡¯s goin¡¯ on here.
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I have a bad bad feeling
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that my baby don¡¯t live here no more.
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That¡¯s all right, I still got my guitar
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Look out now . . .
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Yeah . . .
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That¡¯s all right, I still got my guitar . . .
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Well, I might as well go back over yonder
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Way back up on the hill
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That¡¯s something to do
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Lord, I might as well go back over yonder
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Way back yonder 'cross the hill
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¡®Cause if my baby don¡¯t love me no more,
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I know her sister will.
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red house
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| Buddy Guy |