Short but sweet. I've been dealing with The Cold that Will Not Die, which is why I sound congested.
Well, that's alright now, mama
That's alright for you
That's alright now mama, just anyway you do
Well, that's alright, that's alright.
That's alright now mama, anyway you do
Mama she done told me,
Papa done told me too
'Son, that gal your foolin' with,
She ain't no good for you'
But, that's alright, that's alright.
That's alright now mama, anyway you do
I'm leaving town, baby
I'm leaving town for sure
Well, then you wont be bothered with
Me hanging 'round your door
Well, that's alright, that's alright.
That's alright now mama, anyway you do
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