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I wanna go home and I ain't got sufficient clothes,
doggone my bad luck soul,
Wanna go home and I ain't got sufficient clothes;
I mean sufficient, talking about clothes,
Well, I wanna go home, but I ain't got sufficient clothes.
I bet my money, and I lost it, Lord, it's so,
doggone my bad luck soul,
Mmm, lost it, ain't it so?
I mean lost it, speakin' about so, now,
I'll never bet on the deuce-trey-queen no more.
"Mama, I can't gamble." "Son, why don't you quit tryin'?"
Doggone my bad luck soul,
"Mmm, why don't you quit tryin'?
"Why don't you quit, I mean tryin'?" "
"That joker stole off with that long-haired brown of mine."
Sugar, you catch the Katy, I'll catch that Santa Fe,
doggone my bad luck soul,
Sugar, you catch that Katy and I'll catch that Santa Fe;
I mean the Santy, speakin' about Fe,
When you get in Denver, pretty mama, look around for me.
The woman I love's 'bout five feet from the ground,
doggone my bad luck soul,
Hey, five feet from the ground;
Five feet from the, I mean ground,
She's a tailor-made woman, she ain't no hand-me-down.
I ain't seen my sugar in three long weeks today,
doggone my bad luck soul,
I ain't seen my sugar, three long weeks today;
Three long weeks to- I mean day, girl,
It's been so long, seems like my heart's gonn' break.
I'm gonna run 'cross town, catch that southbound Santa Fe,
doggone my bad luck soul,
Mmm, Lord, that Santa Fe;
I mean the Santy, speakin' about Fe,
Be on my way to what they call lovin' Tennessee.