Lord, I'm leaving you, lady, and I ain't lying
Selling me your tears, babe, but I ain't buying
So run, pretty mama, Lord, you better hide your face
To be seen with me, little lady, is no disgrace
Hide your face, dressed in lace
Go tell your mama why I'm leaving
Lord, sick and tired of your childish reasons
So run, pretty mama, Lord, you better hide your face
To be seen with me, little lady, is no disgrace
Hide your face
Lord, I'm leaving in the morning, going down that road
Ain't leaving nothing behind, no stories untold
So run, pretty mama, Lord, you better hide your face
To be seen with me, little lady, is no disgrace
Hide your face, dressed in lace, yeah
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