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Well, I′m going down South, child
This weather here is too cold
You know, I'm going down South, child
This weather here is too cold
Now you know, I done laid around Chicago
I ain′t got change in gold
Well, I woke up this morning
Found my baby gone
You know, I woke up this morning
Found my baby gone
Now I couldn't do nothing
With my hand in home
Well, I was in jail, child
With my back turned to the wall
I had stayed in jail, child
With my back turned to the wall
Now Jenny, when she free
Was having herself a ball
Well, I'm leaving this morning
I got to shake your hand
You know, I′m leaving this morning
I got to shake your hand
Well, I′m going to my woman
You go back to your man
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