| I’ve got a gal here in this town
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| Don’t want nobody to bother but me
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| I’ve got a gal here in this town
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| Don’t want nobody to bother but me
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| 'Cause she’s strickly, tailor made
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| Boy, she ain’t no hand me down
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| Catch you messin' with her, boy
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| I’ll sho' shoot ya down
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| Now, keep yo' hands off her
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| Don’t ya dare to touch her
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| You know she don’t belong to you
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| You know she don’t belong to you
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| Oh, keep yo' hands off her
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| Now, don’t ya dare to touch her
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| Know she don’t belong to you
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| Keep yo' hands off her
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| Told ya don’t ya dare to touch her
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| Know she don’t belong to you
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| She got some little bitty hands
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| An them great big legs
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| She sho' look good
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| 'Cause everybody says it
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| But keep yo' hands off her
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| Don’t ya dare to touch her
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| You know she don’t belong to you
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| Told you last night
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| You know she don’t belong to you
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| Oh, keep yo' hands off her
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| Now, don’t ya dare to touch her
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| Know she don’t belong to you
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| Keep yo' hand off her
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| Now, don’t ya dare to touch her
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| Know she don’t belong to you
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| She got some real dark eyes
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| An that real curly hair
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| Big Bill, is gonna follow
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| That woman everywhere
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| Keep yo' hands off her
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| Told ya, don’t ya dare to touch her
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| You know she don’t belong to you
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| Told you last night
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| You know she don’t belong to you
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| Keep yo' hands off her
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| Don’t ya dare to touch her
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| Know she don’t belong to you
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| Keep yo' hands off her
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| Don’t ya dare to touch her
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| Know she don’t belong to you
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| Now you can look her up
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| An' you can look her down
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| She got a heaven, boy
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| Ain’t never been found
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| But keep your hands off her
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| Don’t ya dare to touch her
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| You know she don’t belong to you
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| You know she don’t belong to you
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| Oh, keep your hands off her
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| Don’t ya dare to touch her
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| Know she don’t belong to you
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| Keep yo' hands off her
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| Told ya dare to touch her
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| Know she don’t belong to you
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| Oh, watch her, boy
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| Right as she pass by
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| Because the day I’ll catch you wit' her
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| Boy, that’s the day you gon' die
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| Keep yo' hands off her
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| Told ya dare to touch her
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| You know she don’t belong to you
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| Know she don’t belong to you |