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You know I had a job on the leveeI had a good looking woman who lived in HughesI had a job on the leveeI had a good looking woman she lived in HughesYou know that pretty little thingShe kept me with the government fleet bluesYou know on every pay dayShe'd be standing around the landing cryingOn every pay dayShe'd be standing around the landing cryingShe be saying why don't that big boat hurry and Bring home that man of mine?You know on every pay dayShe could, she could hear the big boat when she blowWell on every pay day She could hear the big boat when she blowBut when I done not get the checkShe told me she couldn't use me no moreBut I said that's all right big girlHoney, that's all right for youYeah - hooooo -- little girl that's all right for youI say you treat me low down and dirtySee, baby, that's the way you's doSongtexteI packed up all my clothesLeft her settin' in the back door cryingAye yeah I left her settin' in the back door cryingYou know that done run the poor girl crazyI believe she gonna lose her mindYou know don't come here honeyThrowing up your doggone handsDon't come here babyI said throwing up your doggone handsYou know I, I been your dogEver since that I been your manBut I said baby when you get lonesomeSet right down and write to meYeah -- yeah -- set right down you can write to meYou know I can read your little writing baby Don't care where in this world I'll beYou know love . . . make you do things you don't want to doYou know love . . . make you do things you don't want to doYou know from love sometime Will leave you feeling so sad and so blueOh, Listen here honeyThink about poor me some timeYeah -- hooooo -- think about poor me some timeYou know I feel so bad When you roll across my mindYou know if you never no more see meYou'll forever be on my mindIf I never no more see youYeah, you'll forever be on my mindYou know every time I think about you honeyI just can't keep from cryingOh it's so hard To love when they don't love youAh, yeah -- yeah, when they don't love youYou can't do nothing baby when they do not want youBut I tell 'em look it here, baby Your little trouble is coming home some dayYeah just like I tell youYour little trouble is coming home some dayI said you gonna be sorry That you treated poor me this way Aus Songtexte Mania