VERSE
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Hell ain't got no fury
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That can match your kind of scorn
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You've got a lot of people
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Sorta sorry you were born
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VERSE
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The way you treated Jim . . . yeah
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Was more than I could understand
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He took it sittin' down . . . yeah
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You took it way on out of hand
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CHORUS #1
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You're makin' lots of bad news
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(You're) spreadin' 'round them witch blues
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VERSE
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When you come walkin' in . . . yeah
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I look for some good place to hide
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And if I find there ain't one
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I do my best to get outside
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VERSE
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The first time that I met you
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You seemed like first-rate company
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Don't that only go to show now
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How wrong a guy can sometimes be?
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CHORUS #2
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You're makin' lots of bad news
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Spreadin' 'round them witch blues
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You're makin' lots of bad news
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Yes, you're givin' people witch blues
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(INSTRUMENTAL BREAK)
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VERSE
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You do not ride a broom, no
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And you don't wear a pointed hat
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But you can turn men into mice . . . yeah
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You know a lot of tricks like that
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VERSE
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And then I've seen you shatter women
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Just like plate glass window panes
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No, I don't know where you came from
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But I would bet it's mighty strange
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(REPEAT CHORUS #2)
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Steve Forbert
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Welk Music (ASCAP)/
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Rolling Tide Music (ASCAP)
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Witch Blues
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| Steve Forbert |
