| Well, rolling pin a-rolling
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| Rolling, rolling, rolling
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| Although it makes me holler, you know
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| I’m gonna run back home to my baby
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| Home to my baby
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| I swear, I know my old bulldog, Lord
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| Anytime I hear him bark
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| Lord, and I swear I know my woman
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| When I feel her in the dark
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| In the dark
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| I asked my gal to marry me, boys…
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| Whadda ya think she said?
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| She said, «I wouldn’t have you, Mr. Johnson, not now
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| Not if all the rest was dead.»
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| That’s what she said
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| Just like a woodpecker peck all morning
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| On the schoolhouse door
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| Lord have mercy, but he pecked so long
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| 'Til his pecker got sore
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| Well, he’s coming back for more
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| What makes my baby so hard on a man?
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| Is there something you see, woman
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| That a man can’t understand?
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| It must have been the devil
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| That put me here
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| And cause a man to question
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| Just what he held so dear
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| I swore that I would never
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| Get caught back here no more
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| I don’t want 4 a.m. catching me
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| On the wrong side of your door
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| Lost my good intention, Lord
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| How I wish I could get it back
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| Leave me with my head bust open
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| It must have slipped right through the crack
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| …Still, I’m coming back… |