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You got to change your evil ways, baby
Before I stop loving you
You got to change, baby
And every word that I say is true
You've got me runnin' an' hidin' all over town
You've got me sneakin' an' a'peepin' and runnin' you down
This can't go on, Lord knows you got to change, baby
Baby, when I come home, baby
My house is dark and my pots are cold
You hangin' 'round, baby
With Jean and Joan and a who knows who
I'm getting tired of waitin' and foolin' around
I'll find somebody, that won't make me feel like a clown
This can't go on, Lord knows you got to change
When I come home, baby
My house is dark and my pots are cold
You hangin' 'round, baby
With Jean and Joan and a who knows who
I'm gettin' tired of waitin' and foolin' around
I'll find somebody, that won't make me feel like a clown
This can't go on, yeah yeah yeah
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Well, all right, so I've been foolish
Well, all right, let people know
'Bout the dreams and wishes that you dream
In the night when lights are low
Well, all right, well, all right
You know we'll live and love with all our might
Well, all right, well, all right
You know our lifetime love will be all right
Well, all right, so I'm not working
Well, all right, let people say
That those foolish kids can't be ready
For the love that comes their way
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She came in through the bathroom window
Protected by a silver spoon
But now she sucks her thumb and wanders
By the banks of her own lagoon
Didn't anybody tell her? Didn't anybody see?
Sunday's on the phone to Monday
Tuesday's on the phone to me
She said she'd always been a dancer
She worked at 15 clubs a day
And though she thought I knew the answer
Well, I knew what I could not say
And so I quit the police department
And got myself a steady job
And though she tried her best to help me
She could st3eal but she could not rob
Didn't anybody tell her? Didn't anybody see?
Sunday's on the phone to Monday
Tuesday's on the phone to me
Oh, yeah
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If someone of y'all never been down south too much
I'm gonna tell you a little bit about this
So that you'll understand what I'm talking about
Down there we have a plant that grows
Out in the woods and the fields
Looks somethin' like a turnip green
Everybody calls it Polk salad, Polk salad
Used to know a girl that lived down there
And she'd go out in the evenings and pick mess of it
Carry it home and cook it for supper
'Cause that's about all they had to eat
But they did all right
Down in Louisiana where the alligators grow so mean
There lived a girl that I swear to the world
Made the alligators look tame
Polk salad Annie, Polk salad Annie
Everybody said it was a shame
'Cause her mama was working on chain gang
(A mean, vicious woman)
Everyday 'fore supper time she'd go down by the truck patch
And pick her a mess o' Polk salad and carry it home in a tote sack
Polk salad Annie, 'gators got you granny
Everybody said it was a shame
'Cause her mama was a workin' on the chain gang
(A wretched spiteful, straight-razor totin' woman)
(Lord have mercy, pick mess of it)
Her daddy was lazy and no count, claimed he had a bad back
All her brothers were fit for was stealin' watermelons out of my truck patch
Polk salad Annie, the 'gators got you granny
Everybody said it was a shame
'Cause her mama was a working on the chain-gang
(Sock a little Polk salad to me)
(You know I need a mess of it)
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Ah, keep your eyes on the road
Your hands upon the wheel
Your hands upon the wheel
Yeah, we're going to the roadhouse
Gonna have a real good time
Yeah, the back of the roadhouse
They've got some bungalows
They've got some bungalows
They dance for the people
Who like to go down slow
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll all night long
You gotta roll, roll, roll
You gotta thrill my soul alright
Ashen lady, ashen lady
Give up your vows, give up your vows
Save our city, save our city
Ag, right now
Well, I woke up this morning
And I got myself a beer
And I got myself a beer
The future's uncertain
And the end is always near
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll all night long
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