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You don't love me, baby
You don't love me this I know
If you leave me, baby
I won't have no place to go

I'm gonna tell my mother
I'm gonna talk to my father, too
Lord, I gotta tell my old man
What these young girls will do to you

Goodbye now, pretty baby
If I never see you no more
Lord, you think I'm a fool
You better be on your merry way