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Lyrics:
No need to ask me Why I'm packing my clothes
No need to ask me Why I'm packing my clothes
Yes I'm leaving you darlin And I really don't care who knows
Now I used to love you But now I'm getting tired of your kind
Yes I'm going back down south mama May be just to see what I can find
Now I may miss you But I don't think I will
I'm going to get me a new woman To love me till I get my fill
You mistreated me mama You would not treat me nice and sweet
So I'm going down south Shake this dust of this town off my feet
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