I'm goin' home, friends, sit down and tell my, my mama
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Friends, sit down and tell my mama
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I'm goin' home, sit down and tell my mama
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I'm goin' home, sit down and tell my mama
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That that's no way to get along
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These low-down women, mama, they treated your, ahw, poor son wrong
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Mama, treated me wrong
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These low-down women, mama, treated your poor son wrong
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These low-down women, mama, treated your poor son wrong
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And that's no way for him to get along
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They treated me like my poor heart was made of a rock or stone
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Mama, made of a rock or stone
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Treated me like my poor heart was made of a rock or stone
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Treated me like my poor heart was made of a rock or stone
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And that's no way for me to get along
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You know, that was enough, mama, to make your son wished he's dead and gone
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Mama, wished I's dead and gone
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That is enough to make your son, mama, wished he's dead and gone
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That is enough to make your son, mama, wished he's dead and gone
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'Cause that's no way for him to get along
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I stood on the roadside, I cried alone, all by myself
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I cried alone by myself
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I stood on the roadside and cried alone by myself
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I stood on the roadside and cried alone by myself
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Cryin', "That's no way for me to get along"
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I's wantin' some train to come along and take me away from here
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Friends, take me away from here
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Some train to come along and take me away from here
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Some train to come along and take me away from here
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And that's no way for me to get along
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That's No Way To Get Along
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| Eric Clapton |
