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Going down the good road with no money in hand
Long as I've got to you
My clothes are awful dirty and my shoes filled with sand
But turn me down, yes, you do
Getting tired
Ooh, getting sore
If I ain't gonna get my way
I'm straight out that door
Well, I've traveled half the county for better paid jobs
To help me get the things you want
But I never knew I couldn't trust you
I see I've been away far too long
Getting tired
Ooh, getting sore
If I ain't gonna get my way
I'm straight out that door
Oh, you haven't got a heart
You haven't got a heart in you at all
First, you give it all away and make me a slave
And I end up right here on the floor
Take it back
Take it back, take it back
Take it back
Take it back
Take it back, take it back
Take it back
I had no other reason for being apart
Than to give you a better home
So go ahead and leave me, but spare down my heart
'Cause you ain't gonna try and a-pick my bones
Getting tired
Ooh, getting sore
If I ain't gonna get my way
I'm straight out that door
Oh, you haven't got a heart
You haven't got a heart in you at all
First, you give it all away and make me a slave
And I end up right here on the floor
Take it back
Take it back, take it back
Take it back, take it back
Take it back, take it back
Take it back, take it back
Take it back, take it back
Take it back, take it back
Take it back, take it back
Take it back, take it back
Take it back, take it back
Take it back, take it back
Take it back, take it back
Take it back, take it back
Take it back, take it back
Take it back, take it back