I lit out from Reno
I was trailed by twenty hounds
Didn't
It's too late, she's gone
It's too late, my baby's gone
Wish
Well don't you worry 'bout
What's been on my mind
I'm in
Merry run around, sailing up and down
Looking for a shove
I started out from Memphis with two dollars and a
Standing on the corner, I didn't mean no harm
When a
Cats down under the stars
Cats down under the stars
Cats on
Oh, come all you young fellers, young and so fine
Seek
You sit there a-crying, crying in your beer
You think you
Just a song of Gomorrah
I wonder what they did there
Must've
It's of a pretty female as you will understand
Her mind
Well, I ain't never, I ain't never
Seen nobody like you
Well,
Just like the prodigal son when he was far from
Oh, you know I feel alright, oh yeah
You know I
(Chorus:)
I'm troubled, I'm troubled
I'm troubled in mind
If trouble don't kill
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