Devil¡¯s got my woman, she won¡¯t come out to play,
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She just lays in bed, covers her head and wasting the days away.
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We used to be so happy, making love the afternoon
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And now the devil¡¯s got my woman and I got no loving blues.
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I remember, no, I won¡¯t forget her, when her kisses were so sweet,
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She weren¡¯t ashamed just to call my name, throw all her lovin¡¯ on me.
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We used to really be something, living like it¡¯s nothing to lose,
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And now the devil¡¯s got my woman and I got no loving blues.
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I ain¡¯t done a thing this morning, except sit and pray,
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Outside the doorway, counting the reasons why.
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My body¡¯s shaking, my body¡¯s aching,
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My heart is broken, bruised,
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Because the devil¡¯s got my woman and I got no loving blues
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I said the devil¡¯s got my woman and I got no loving blues,
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I said the devil¡¯s got my woman and I got no loving blues.
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Devil's Got My Woman
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| Andrew Combs |
