I got a black widow spider for mama, Lord Got a diamondbacked rattler for pa Well, I got me a woman down in New Orleans Got a friend in Arkansas Got a morning full of make believe Got an evening full of time Ive got the hands, pretty lady Gonna make you grieve Lovin gonna make you mine Aint never seen your town before And I wont be back again I need me a place to hide my face From the howlin of the wind I got the blues sewn into my jacket sleeve Got a goatskin full of wine I got the hands, pretty lady Gonna make you grieve And the lovin gonna make you mine So light the lantern above your door And hold your curtains wide Take the ribbon from your hair And lay it by your side And I aint looking for a lie to believe My ownll do me fine I got the hands, pretty lady Gonna make you grieve And the lovin gonna make you mine I got the hands, pretty lady Gonna make you grieve The lovin gonna make you mine Well, I got the hands, pretty lady Gonna make you grieve The lovin gonna make you mine Well, I got the hands, pretty lady Gonna make you grieve
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