| Cryin' in the mornin', I cry at night,
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| I cry all the time, baby
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| I know you don’t treat me right, girl,
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| but if I could, feel tomorrow,
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| yeah baby, like I feel today
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| Yes, I’m gonna pack up, pack up in the mornin',
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| and I declare I’ve gotta make my getaway
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| 'S no need of weepin', 's no need to mourn,
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| no need to cry now baby
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| Because tomorrow I’m gone
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| Girl if I can wake up early Tuesday mornin',
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| baby, between midnight and day
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| Yes, I’m gonna pack up, pack up my suitcase,
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| yes, I’m gonna make my getaway
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| Come here baby, put your little hands in mine,
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| I’ve got something to tell you baby,
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| I know will change your mind
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| Girl, if I could just feel tomorrow,
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| baby, like I feel today
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| Yes, I’m gonna pack up, pack up in the mornin'
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| I declare I’ve gotta to make my getaway
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| Right by Arkansas, hello Missouri,
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| I’m on my way up North my baby,
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| I declare it ain’t no foolin'
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| Girl if I can wake up early Tuesday mornin',
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| baby, between midnight and day
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| Yes I’m gonna pack up, pack up my suitcase,
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| and I declare I’ve gotta make my getaway |