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And my mother is standing beside me As I'm packing my bags in the car She says, "Please, boy, no more fighting Oh, it's only gonna do you harm" But I can't help it, I don't know how I guess I'll always be hanging 'round With the wrong crowd I can't help it, I don't know how I guess I'll always be hanging 'round With the wrong crowd My boy And my brother is standing behind me As I'm slowly going out of my head He says, "You know those people don't like me Why'd you wanna be one of them?" I said I can't help it, I don't know how I guess I'll always be hanging 'round With the wrong crowd I can't help it, I don't know how I guess I'll always be hanging 'round With the wrong crowd I can't help it, I don't know how I guess I'll always be hanging 'round With the wrong crowd I can't help it, I don't know how I guess I'll always be hanging 'round With the wrong crowd I wish I could find somebody Oh, that my mother would like Oh, I wish I can find somebody That could treat me right But I can't help it, I don't know how I guess I'll always be hanging 'round With the wrong crowd I can't help it, I don't know how I guess I'll always be hanging 'round With the wrong crowd Singing, I can't help it, I don't know how I guess I'll always be hanging 'round With the wrong crowd Thinking, I can't help it, I don't know how I guess I'll always be hanging 'round With the wrong crowd My boy
Writer(s): Richard W. Jr. Nowels, Tom Peter Odell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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