Well I'm goin' away to leave
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Won't be back no more
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Goin' back down south, child
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Don't you want to go?
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Woman I'm troubled, I be all worried in mind
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Well baby I just can't be satisfied
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And I just can't keep from cryin'
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Well I feel like snappin'
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Pistol in your face
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I'm gonna let some graveyard
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Lord be your resting place
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Woman I'm troubled, I be all worried in mind
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Well baby I can never be satisfied
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And I just can't keep from cryin'
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Well now all in my sleep
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Hear my doorbell ring
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Looking for my baby
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I couldn't see not a doggone thing
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Woman I was troubled, I was all worried in mind
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Well honey I could never be satisfied
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And I just couldn't keep from cryin'
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Well I know my little old baby
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She gonna jump and shout
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That old train be late man, Lord
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And I come walking out
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I be troubled, I be all worried in mind
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Well honey ain't no way in the world could we be satisfied
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And I just can't keep from crying
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I Can't Be Satisfied
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| Paul Rodgers |
