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点击复制That's No Way To Get Along - Robert Wilkins
I'm goning home
Friends sit down
And tell my my mama
Friends sit down and tell my mama
I'm goning home
Sit down and tell my mama
I'm goning home
Sit down and tell my mama
That that's no way to get along
These low-down women mama
They treated your
Ahw poor son wrong
Mama treated me wrong
These low-down women mama
Treated your poor son wrong
These low-down women mama
Treated your poor son wrong
And that's no way for him
To get along
They treated me like my poor heart
Was made of a rock or stone
Mama made of a rock or stone
Treated me like my poor
Heart was made of a rock or stone
Treated me like my poor
Heart was made of a rock or stone
And that's no way for me
To get along
You know that was enough mama
To make your son
Wished he's dead and gone
Mama wished that's dead and gone
That is enough to make your son mama
Wished he's dead and gone
That is enough to make your son mama
Wished he's dead and gone
Cause that's no way for him
To get along
I stood on the roadside
I cried alone all by myself
I cried alone by myself
I stood on the roadside and
Cried alone by myself
I stood on the roadside and
Cried alone by myself
"Cause that's no way for me
To get along"
I wanting some
Train to come along
And take me away from here
Friends take me away from here
Some train to come along and
Take me away from here
And then that's no way with me
To get along