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You don't love me this I know
Don't need a bible to tell me so
I hung around a little too long
I was good but now I'm gone

Like the buffalo
That boy from Tupelo
Anyway the wind can blow
That's where I'm gonna go
I'll be gone like a five-and-dime
It'll be the perfect crime
Just ask the boy from Tupelo
He's the King and he oughta know

The shoulder I've been leanin' on
Is the coldest place I've ever known
There's nothin' left for me 'round here
Looks like it's time to disappear

Like the buffalo
That boy from Tupelo
The old wall down in Jericho
Maybelle on the radio
I'll be gone like the five-and-dime
It'll be the perfect crime
Just ask the boy from Tupelo
He's the King and he oughta know

You don't love me this I know
Don't need a bible to tell me so
But it's a shame and it's a sin
Everything I coulda' been to you

Your last chance Texaco
The sweetheart of your rodeo
A juliet to your romeo
The border you cross into Mexico
I'll never understand why or how
Oh, but baby it's too late now
Just ask the boy from Tupelo
He's the King and he oughta know
You don't love me this I know   Don't need a bible to tell me so   I hung around a little too long   I was good but now I'm gone      Like the buffalo   That boy from Tupelo   Anyway the wind can blow   That's where I'm gonna go   I'll be gone like a five-and-dime   It'll be the perfect crime   Just ask the boy from Tupelo   He's the King and he oughta know      The shoulder I've been leanin' on   Is the coldest place I've ever known   There's nothin' left for me 'round here   Looks like it's time to disappear      Like the buffalo   That boy from Tupelo   The old wall down in Jericho   Maybelle on the radio   I'll be gone like the five-and-dime   It'll be the perfect crime   Just ask the boy from Tupelo   He's the King and he oughta know      You don't love me this I know   Don't need a bible to tell me so   But it's a shame and it's a sin   Everything I coulda' been to you      Your last chance Texaco   The sweetheart of your rodeo   A juliet to your romeo   The border you cross into Mexico   I'll never understand why or how   Oh, but baby it's too late now   Just ask the boy from Tupelo   He's the King and he oughta know