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Quit my job, ain't got no money Seems I have to leave this town Packed my bags, run to the station Board the train thats eastward bound Tell Mama And all the folks back home Sometimes a man just feels He's got to make it alone Tell Mama Why I'm leaving so soon Because this life I live Has got me sick through and through Nothing to do, thats why I had to go Seemed no use in hanging round I can't stop now, the tickets in my hand Board the train thats eastward bound Tell Mama And all the folks back home Sometimes a man just feels He's got to make it alone Tell Mama Why I'm leaving so soon Because this life I live Has got me sick through and through
Quit my job, ain't got no money Seems I have to leave this town Tell Mama And all the folks back home Sometimes a man just feels He's got to make it alone Tell Mama Why I'm leaving so soon Because this life I live Has got me sick through and through Tell Mama And all the folks back home Sometimes a man just feels He's got to make it alone Tell Mama Why I'm leaving so soon Because this life I live Has got me sick through and through
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