| You must be daddy’s little pumpkin
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| I can tell by the way you roll
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| You must be daddy’s little pumpkin
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| I can tell by the way you roll
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| Well, it’s quarter past eleven
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| And you’re sleeping on the bedroom floor
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| I can see the fire burning
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| Burning right behind your eyes
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| I can see the fire burning
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| Baby, burning right behind your eyes
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| You must have swallowed a candle
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| Or some other kind of surprise
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| I’m going down to Memphis
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| Got three hundred dollars in cash
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| Yeah, I’m going down to Memphis
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| Got three hundred dollars in cash
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| All the women in Memphis
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| Gonna see how long my money will last
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| Well, I’m going downtown
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| Gonna rattle somebody’s cage
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| Yeah, I’m going downtown
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| I’m gonna rattle somebody’s cage
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| I’m gonna beat on my guitar
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| And strut all around the stage
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| If you see my baby coming
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| Don’t you tell her that her daddy’s in jail
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| If you see my baby coming
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| Don’t tell her that her daddy’s in jail
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| She’d sell her little pumpkin
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| Just to raise her sweet daddy’s bail
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| You must be daddy’s little pumpkin
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| I can tell by the way you roll
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| You must be daddy’s little pumpkin
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| I can tell by the way you roll
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| Well, you never do nothing
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| To save your doggone soul |