I wonder where would you be now, little mama
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Baby, now you made my life a wreck
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And now where would you be-be, um
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Mama, now you made my life a wreck
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Mama, now I'd rather have a rattle snake
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Honey now, wrapped a-round my neck
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When you used to love me, now little mama
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Mama, go clear down to my toes
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When you used to love me, baby
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Have it go clear down to my toes
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Well-well, the other way that I love you, mama
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Honey, now don't nobody know
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Now I've got eleven women, umm
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And I got one little indian squaw
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I say I got eleven women
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And I got one little indian squaw
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Well-well, now that they come to see me
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I'm liable to be the Devil's-Son-In-Law
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'Play it for me one time, pick it now won't cha?'
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(piano & guitar)
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Now, an if you take my little woman
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You can't keep her long
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Well now, if you take my little woman
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Well now you can't keep her long
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Well-well now, she will come running home
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Cryin, 'Daddy, now I done wrong'
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Baby, you will never catch special deliveries, mama
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Honey, directed to my chest
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Tell you now you will never get
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(special deliveries mama, honey, directed to my chest)
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Now, when I leave you now, little mama
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You will never see me back here, again.
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Devil's Son-In-Law
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Peetie Wheatstraw |