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Going
away to live,
I won't be back no more.
But it don't trade a maiden what I've been wondering about.
This trouble I got a worried mind.
Just can't be satisfied, I just
can't go on.
Heal like snapping a pistol in your face.
Let this launching graveyard lord be your resting.
This trouble I got a worried mind.
Just can't be satisfied, I just can't go on.
No, my little old babe,
she's gonna jump and shout.
This old train will aid me,
love,
but I can't walk without.
This trouble I got a worried mind.
Just can't be satisfied, I just can't go on.
Hear that lonesome whistle,
I hear that doorbell ring.
I'm looking for my baby,
but I can't see her,
don't want me.
This trouble I got a worried mind.
Just can't be satisfied, I just can't go on.
Just can't be satisfied, I can never go on.