Looking back through the years
Like I got myself a time
Well I don't need you hangin' round my door
Tryin' to
If I don't love you baby,
grits ain't groceries,
eggs ain't poultry,
and
Have you heard about my baby?
Yes, how I love her
You know it ain't right just to treat me this
Just outside of Fort Worth, Texas, one ninety-nine
There's a rundown
There's a new generation
Who would ever have guessed
All around the
Come on over honey
Got surprises for you
If you ain't got
Just a silly kind of quarrel
When we made each other
Walking on sunset
Watching all the people like the waves along
Goin' back to California
So many good things around
Don't wanna leave
I can't sleep the night, baby
What I do?
Sleep the night,
Well, tell me woman who you're with tonight
If you're on
I'm gonna fight for you, J.B.
Your passing made so many
The time must surely come
For the laws to fit the
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