(G. Johnson)
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Well, rolling pin a-rolling
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Rolling, rolling, rolling
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Although it makes me holler, you know
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I'm gonna run back home to my baby
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Home to my baby
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I swear, I know my old bulldog, Lord
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Anytime I hear him bark
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Lord, and I swear I know my woman
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When I feel her in the dark
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In the dark
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I asked my gal to marry me, boys...
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Whadda ya think she said?
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She said, "I wouldn't have you, Mr. Johnson, not now,
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Not if all the rest was dead."
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That's what she said
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Just like a woodpecker peck all morning
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On the schoolhouse door
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Lord have mercy, but he pecked so long
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'Til his pecker got sore
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Well, he's coming back for more
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What makes my baby so hard on a man?
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Is there something you see, woman
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That a man can't understand?
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It must have been the devil
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That put me here
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And cause a man to question
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Just what he held so dear
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I swore that I would never
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Get caught back here no more
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I don't want 4 a.m. catching me
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On the wrong side of your door
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Lost my good intention, Lord
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How I wish I could get it back
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Leave me with my head bust open
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It must have slipped right through the crack
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...Still, I'm coming back...
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Rolling Pin
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| Big Sugar |
