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I was born by the river
In an old tent
Oh
He took a hundred pounds of clay
And then he
I was the third brother of five,
Doing whatever I had
All the leaves are brown
and the sky is grey
i went
Well, looks like I'm going again
I can't seem to believe
oh, baby!
girl, don't pull the rug from under my feet
girl, you're welcome...stop on by
you know i'll be here, baby
to
Tell her she look beautiful every day
A woman needs to
You know every now and then it's just nice
To do
I've got somethin' I wanna talk about to you
Just another
Everybody claims that they want the best things outta life
But
Oh, how I miss you, baby
Oh, how I miss you,
Talk to me
What's the matter, baby?
I couldn't sleep at all
Girl, I've got a little message for you
I want you
No baby, no, no, no, no, no
Please baby
Someday you'll be
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