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I play an old guitar from nine 'till half past oneI'm just trying to make a living watching everyone else have funI don't miss much if it happens on the dance hall floorI said mercy look what just walked through that doorHello T-R-O-U-B-L-EWhat in the world are you doing A-L-O-N-EHey good L-O-O-K-I-N-GI smell T-R-O-U-B-L-EI was a little bitty baby when my papa hit the skidsMamma had a time trying to raise nine kidsShe taught me not to stare cause it was impoliteShe did the best she could trying to raise me rightBut mama never taught me bout nothing like Y-O-UI Bet your mama must have been a good lookin' honey tooHey, good L-O-O-K-I-N-GI smell T-R-O-U-B-L-EYou sweet talking sexy walkin honky tonkin' babyThe men are gonna' love you, the women are gonna' hate youReminding them of everything they're never gonna' beIt maybe the beginning of the world war three'Cause the world ain't ready for nothing like Y-O-UBet your mama must have been a good looking honey tooHey, good L-O-O-K-I-N-GI smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
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