I gave all of my money away, packed my stuff
Leaving the house Mama said, "Grab your coat,
It's that time
Lights of the city are slowly moving.
Standing cold on the
Well I walk the way this worry carries me,
And I
Well I tried, I tried to stay but it's hard.
It's
There's things I don't wanna forget,
I sent them off in
Old Mississippi keeps rolling on through.
Hard on luck I've got
I need some cold, need some cold, need some cold
Strawberries and peaches along the road as I walk for
I took a shot to the head.
I've got a worn
It's a long time 'til I may see you again,
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