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Never get too big, never get too heavy Never get too cool to top paying your dues Yeah, what can a poor boy do? Better go back to your mama, she'll take care of you Lost your wife, lost your son Stay out drinking 'til the morning comes Yeah, what can a poor boy do? Better go back to your mama, she'll take care of you Country girl, take my hand Lead me through the diseased land I am tired, I am weak, I am worn I have stole, I have sinned, my soul is unclean Country girl, got to keep on keeping on Crazy women mess your head Wake up drunk and bleeding in some strange bed Yeah, what can a motherfucker do? You better go back to your mama, she'll take care of you Country girl, take my hand Lead me through this diseased land I am tired, I am weak, I am worn I have stole, I have sinned, my soul is unclean Country girl, got to keep on keeping on Gotta keep on keeping on Gotta keep on keeping strong Gotta keep on keeping on When you got the riot city blues Whole lotta shakin' going on We figure Whole lotta shakin' going on One thing I have to say before I have to go Be careful with your seed, you will reap just what you sow Yeah, what can a poor boy do? You better go back to your mama She'll take care of you, you, you Country girl, take my hand Lead me through this diseased land I am tired, I am weak, I am worn I have stole, I have sinned, my soul is unclean Country girl, got to keep on keeping on Country girl, take my hand Lead me through this diseased land I am tired, I am weak, I am worn I have stole, I have sinned, my soul is unclean Country girl, got to keep on keeping on Country girl, got to keep on keepin' on
Writer(s): Martin Duffy, Bobby Gillespie, Andrew Innes, Gary Mounfield Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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