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Blues No More

everything I do for you, girl, you tell me it's such a bore
and all the things I bought for you, you threw 'em on the floor

well I'll tell you what, pretty baby, I ain't gonna deal with you no more
won't you get out of my life, darling, my heart's tired of being sore

the way you break my heart, mama, every time you walk out that door
well I've had just about all I can take, and it's time to settle the score

I'll tell you one more time, honey, caring for you is a damn chore
and I've had a lifetime of suffering, though I haven't yet reached twenty-four