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Now asks sweet mamaLemme be her kidShe says, 'I might get boogied Like to keep it hid'Well, she looked at meShe be-gin to smileSays, 'I thought I would use youFor my man a while'That you just don't my husbandCatch you thereNow, just-just don't let myHusband catch you there' Now, went upstairsTo pack my leavin' trunkI never saw no whiskeyThe blues done made me, sloppy drunkSay, I never saw no whiskeyBlues done made me sloppy drunkNow, I never saw no whiskeyBut the blues done made me sloppy drunk Now some said, diseaseSongtexteSome said it was, degree'inBut it's the slow consumption Killin' you by degreesLord, it's the slow consumptionKillin' you by degreesNow, it's-a slow consumptionAn it's killin' you by degrees. Aus Songtexte Mania