Written by Tim Rose
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Yeah, they came to take me away
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Said I'd be sitting here for the rest of my life
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But I don't really care - I shot my wife
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And brother, I can't even remember the reason why
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Oh, it makes a long time man feel bad
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Yeah, it makes a long time man feel bad
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Well I ain't had no love since I don't know when
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It sure makes a long time man feel bad
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We was down in Jacksonville
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A cold winter night
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My baby and I, we began to fight
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I heated up, and I grabbed my gun
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I get so cold on those nights down south
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She was laying in a pool right there on the kitchen floor
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She looked up at me and began to smile
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Her gasping words: "Baby, I love you"
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Then she closed those baby blue eyes
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(chorus, and variations)
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Sometimes I hear you call my name in the dead of the night
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I ain't had those arms around me
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I ain't had those lips, those lips, around me
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It sure makes a long time man feel bad
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So bad
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Long Time Man (Nick Cave version)
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| Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds |
