You're tellin' me to do right, baby
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And you won't do right, yourself
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You tellin' me to do right, baby
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And you won't do right, yourself
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Ev'rytime my back is turned
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You comin' and dodging with somebody else
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I believe I'm going to leave you
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So, you can take care of yourself
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I believe I'm going to leave you
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So, you can take care of yourself
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Iris, the reason I'm going to leave you
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You can get you somebody else
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I hate to leave you
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But the talk is all over town
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I hate to leave you
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But the talk is all over town
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Ah, but I've been a good boy to you
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But you gonna put the poor boy down
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'Whoa, here boy'
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(violin & guitar)
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I know you're going miss him
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Good man, when he's gone away
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I know you're gonna miss him
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Good man, when he's gone away
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It may not be so soon, baby
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But it will be're along in a lonesome day
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It may be soon
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Baby, an it may be late
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It may be soon
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Baby, an it may be late
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Yes, says she's a red-hot mama
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Lord, an she sure won't break.
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Tell Me To Do Right
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Mississippi Sheiks |