I'm kind of sick now, yeah, I'm kind of down
Truckload of trouble is what I found
And as I turn to get away
Another spoken problem is bound somethin' to say
Lord, I gotta find my home, oh yeah
I need a lovin' woman I can, Lord, I can call my own
Lord, I'm just tired, yeah
Lord, I'm tired of runnin' alone
Oh yeah, I need a lovin' woman that I can call my own
Yeah, my own
Ain't got no time, no time to think
Search me some gold, grab me a drink
Well, I've got me a frown now, need to find me a smile
Whether your grass is green or blue, child, I'll walk the mile
Oh Lord, I've got to find my home, yeah
I need a lovin' woman I can call my own
Oh yeah, I'm so tired now, tired of runnin' alone
I need a lovin' woman that I can call my own
Oh yeah, now
Lord, I gotta find my home, yeah
I need a lovin' woman I can call my own
Lord, I'm just tired now
Mama, tired of runnin' alone, oh yeah
I need a lovin' woman that I can call my own, yeah
All my own, babe
All my own, yeah
Oh, I need you, babe
Oh, how I need you, child
Oh, yeah
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