Well now tell me....What in the world can be wrong I said tell me....What in the world can be wrong Woke up this mornin'....Trouble knockin' at my door I wonder what's the trouble....Great big troubles at my door I wonder what's the trouble....Great
Well there's floodin' down in Texas All of the telephone lines are down Well there's floodin' down in Texas All of the telephone lines are down And I've been tryin' to call my baby Lord and I can't get a single sound Well dark clouds are rollin' in M
I'm a crosscut saw, Just drag me across your log. Yeah, I'm a crosscut saw, Baby, drag me across your log. I cut your wood so easy for you, You can't help but say "Hot Dog!" Some call me wood-choppin' Sam, Some call me wood-cuttin' Jim, The last
Well she's walking through the clouds With a circus mind that's running wild Butterflies and zebras And moonbeams and a fairy tale That's all she ever thinks about Riding the wind When I'm sad she comes to me With a thousand smiles she gives to me fr
You're gonna miss me little baby, the day that I'm gone You're gonna miss me little darlin', the day that I'm gone Cause I'm leavin' in the mornin', won't be back at all You have run me ragged baby, it's your own fault you're on your own You have run
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