Well I went down to Eli's
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To get my pistol outta pawn
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When I got back home
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My woman had done gone
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Yes I'm gonna murder my baby
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Wooh, if she don't stop cheatin' and lyin'
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(I'm gonna put a hurtin' on this woman)
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Well I'd rather be in the penitentiary
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Than to be worried out of my mind
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Well I came home last night, it was about four o'clock
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The little room-side joint in the rear had just begun to rock
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I ease upside so I could get a better view
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I see my woman, she was doin' the monkey too!
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I said yes, I'm gonna murder my baby
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Wooh, if she don't stop her cheatin' and lyin'
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(Yeah I'm gonna hurt her this mornin')
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'Cause I'd rather go to the penitentiary
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Than to be worried outta my mind
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Yeah, I don't mind goin', ya know!
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Caught cheatin' and lyin'!
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I'm gonna hurt her this mornin'
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Look out woman!
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I give her all of my money
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Just tryin' to be nice and kind
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She spent it all on her whiskey
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Oh yes, and beer and wine
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I said yes, I'm gonna murder my baby
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Wooh, if she don't stop cheatin' and lyin'
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(Oh I'm gonna put a hurtin' on that woman!)
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I'd rather go to the penitentiary
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Than to be worried outta my mind
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Murdering Blues
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Johnny Winter |