Yeeeeeee-yeah-yeah aha
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Well mama, ridin' down this highway, Oh highway 95
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Sometimes I don't know if I'm even dead or alive
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And that is why, that is why I was born a ramblin' fool
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And I got me no spendin' cabbage
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And I sure do think this old world is cruel
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Seems like I been here such a long time before
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Used to be a free man, could knock on any woman's door
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And that is why, that is why I was born a ramblin' fool-ooo-ool
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And I got me no spendin' cabbage
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Sure do think this old world is cruel
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Play it for me one time
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Ha, ha, ha
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Yes, all you'all talkin' to me
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Well you work yourself on sundown, workin' like a dog
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Bring your money home and your mama sez its gone
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So what's the use in workin' your fingers to the bone
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When your children don't even love you,
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Lord, when you're gone
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Take my time this time and get it right
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Till my feet are spreadin' dem wings, time to take flight
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That is why, that is why I'm still a ramblin' fool
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I'm such a fool
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And I got me no spendin' cabbage
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Sure do think this old world is cruel
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Yeah
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And I got me no spendin' gee dye, ah ha huh
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Sure do think this old world is cruel
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And I got me no spendin' cabbage
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Sure do think this old world is cruel
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Spendin' Cabbage
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