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I'm tired of all this confusion
I'm tired of all this dilusion
I'm convinced it's the women
That's been cloudin' my mind
And all of those women
Say it's no fault but mine
But I can't go to the southeast no more
Ain't it a shame?
And when it snows way up north
I feel so far from home
They say sin takes its toll on the heart and soul
I'ma sit back and let the good times roll
Don't you know?
Don't you know?
I'm down, way down in the blues
But to slow down, that right I refuse
No. I ain't never let a woman take control of me
Girl, you ain't no different
So, baby, why can't you see?
That's why I can't go to the southeast no more
Ain't it a shame?
And when it snows way up north
I feel so far from home
They say sin takes its toll on the heart and soul
I'ma sit back and let the good times roll
Don't you know?
Oh, don't you know?
I feel I'm losing, don't know what to do
Oh, how I miss Texas, Georgia too
Can't go to Miami 'cause I might lose my mind
But I'll make it back down there one day
Lord willing, and the creek don't rise
But I can't go to the southeast no more
Ain't it a shame?
Ain't it a shame?
The flower, it grows way up north
But that's about all it's good for
They say sin takes its toll on the heart and soul
I'ma sit back and let the good times roll
They say sin takes its toll on the heart and soul
I'ma sit back and let the good times roll
Don't you know?
Don't you know?
Oh, don't you know?
Don't you know?
Jesus
Good!